tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post8576992254542346152..comments2023-10-12T11:00:35.978+02:00Comments on Sharon's Wine Blog: The Good, the Bad, and the UglySharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04467341630668960380noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-77011811336306562302008-11-10T18:08:00.000+01:002008-11-10T18:08:00.000+01:00Good words.Good words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-80128737400142767712008-03-04T20:16:00.000+01:002008-03-04T20:16:00.000+01:00That is some of the absolute strangest food I have...That is some of the absolute strangest food I have ever seen in my life, and brings back very painful memories of my first, and last, sweetbreads experience in Paris.SLAKED!https://www.blogger.com/profile/01026294919193408576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-25054224194540834062008-02-28T09:30:00.000+01:002008-02-28T09:30:00.000+01:00Thanks, Nancy!Thanks, Nancy!Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04467341630668960380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-17286456718590051782008-02-26T16:01:00.000+01:002008-02-26T16:01:00.000+01:00What a great account of your meal! A joy to read!What a great account of your meal! A joy to read!Nancy Deprezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00898821881106722982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-41905443784632034192008-02-26T15:16:00.000+01:002008-02-26T15:16:00.000+01:00Unreal! I guess it's true what they say about wai...Unreal! I guess it's true what they say about waitstaff in Paris, that nationality doesn't matter, they treat everyone with disdain.<BR/><BR/>I might be able to eat the marrow if it were fried :)peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11911250599630752068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-40750663998614212472008-02-25T15:14:00.000+01:002008-02-25T15:14:00.000+01:00They're tomatoes! (Very unappetizing looking ones....They're tomatoes! (Very unappetizing looking ones...)<BR/><BR/>As far as bone marrow goes - it's usually served alongside an entrecôte or other steak. At this meal, Arnaud was having veal shank, and they gave him a veal marrow bone; Anne was having steak, and she got a beef marrow bone. It is about, oh, 100% fat - like eating a big glob of tasty, salty, soft lard... You should try it some time, seriously...<BR/><BR/>As for the dessert wine - yes, that was one of the sommelier's many obnoxious moments. Another highlight: the Puligny was in an ice bucket near our table. We'd all pretty much finished our first glass of it. He walked by (the restaurant was by no means busy) and said with a kind of sneer, "I suppose you want me to serve you." !Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04467341630668960380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133966.post-83299549732121316662008-02-24T23:49:00.000+01:002008-02-24T23:49:00.000+01:00Omg, what are those red things on the sides of the...Omg, what are those red things on the sides of the dish? <BR/><BR/>Between your horror story and Brad Baker's about tete de fromage, when I make it to Paris, I might bring along my own food! <BR/><BR/>Bone marrow is a dish? (shivering) As I read your account of the seafood, I couldnt stop gazing at the bone.<BR/><BR/>Very odd that they wouldnt serve you the bottle!peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11911250599630752068noreply@blogger.com