If I don’t hurry up and finish sharing details of my Christmas Paris trip I’m going to have forgotten it all, and there’s a few more lovely places I wanted to share. In particular I wanted to share this meal with you – our first meal in fact, that we ate in Paris, and probably the nicest for a number of reasons.
We had been wandering around the Christmas market up by Sacre Coeur as dusk fell, it was chilly and we’d warmed ourselves on (the best!) hot chocolate from one of the stalls. I had received a few recommendations on where to eat (thanks Ellen and Brigitte!) but once we got there we were seduced into a rather shabby looking building by a piano player inside.
The red paint was peeling off the brickwork, but this gorgeous tune wafted out and as soon as we entered we received a warm welcome to this tiny place. All of the walls and ceiling were covered in photos, notes, and drawings from people who had eaten there. The place was called Le Tire Bouchon and it made crepes.
The ‘kitchen’ was in the room, just as you walked through the door, and was more a counter and two hot plates where the crepes were made. I always love being able to watch someone cook, even something as simple as a crepe.
We ordered two crepes to share, one which was a four cheese (!) comprising Camembert, Emmental, Bleu, and Chevre, and the other had lardons, onions, potato and Raclette. Within moments they were on our table, hot and steaming, cheese oozing from them.
Izzy was defeated and couldn’t manage both her halves, so I did the right thing and finished her scraps. The lardon, potato, cheese one was nicely balanced, but who can resist a four cheese crepe – everything about it is so wrong, but when you have two days of travelling around Paris on foot it is justifiable, I feel.
Then, when I thought we were finished and enjoying listing to the piano player, Izzy suggested we couldn’t leave without a Nutella crepe – she did it in that sisterly round-about way of looking longingly at the menu, commenting on how we must eat a Nutella crepe in Paris and how much she liked them.
So we indulged again. I must say, it was heavenly.
Don’t worry – we didn’t leave that bit!
Images: Izzy Burton Photography