When I think about it, it still surprises me that I have lived in France more than 30 years. It doesn’t seem possible. Time does fly when you’re having fun.
Long before we moved here, I was traveling to Paris twice each year for the spring and fall prêt-à-porter collections, which is when my love affair with the city began and it was way back then that I realized Paris is a city that divulges her secrets ever so slowly. Even when you think you know your way around, it is always possible to discover something new and unexpected.
That happened last week.
I met a friend for lunch at the Hôtel Lancaster, the chicly discreet five star hotel on rue de Berri. She said, “Meet me in the bar.” Perfect.
The Lancaster also features a two star Michelin restaurant, which is divine — no secret there. However, every day the chef prepares one entrée and one plat reflecting his seasonal finds for the luncheon menu in the bar.
Cassandra and I decided we only wanted the main course and it was sumptuous, sea bass with a crusty/crunchy/salty finish and a medley of baby vegetables served in a thick sweet/sour ruby grapefruit coulis.
The plat was 18 Euros — from a renowned two-star chef. What a superbly luxurious discovery. Who would have thought?
*On another note: I know I’ve been terribly remiss with my postings, it’s because I’m working non-stop on the interviews for my book. As I move along, I’ll tell you little secrets that I’m discovering while I’m out and about. Lunch at the Lancaster was my most recent and completely unexpected revelation.
My plan is to post no less than three times per week even if it’s just to check in and share a snippet of news.
As always, thank you for reading me and thank you for your patience. What would I do without you?