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Eating With Angels

Thursday, May 24th, 2012

The month of May brought numerous visitors to Paris so I have had lots of opportunities to go and eat food. Always a welcome thing in my world where food rules. This month also involved four public holidays – May Day, Victory Day, Ascension Day, and ‘Next Monday’ (I am yet to discover what we are going to celebrate.) Public holidays in Paris usually mean that most shops and restaurants are closed, including my favourite restaurant in Paris, Le Jardin D’en Face. This meant I had to find a NEW place to take my friend/colleague, Brett to celebrate Jesus going to hang out with his Dad.

I previously spotted a restaurant on La Fourchette that looked nice and decided it was time to try it. Located in the 9th arrondissement, La Table des Anges (The Table of the Angels) is just up the road from my favourite café, KookaBoora and therefore couldn’t be bad. Now that I think about it, it was an appropriately named restaurant to go to considering the theme of the public holiday.

The restaurant was lovely – the very friendly but somewhat posh staff were attentive without being excessive and were very willing to translate their strangely difficult menu. Sometimes menus can be easy – other times they are written by someone who wants to use every possible ‘other’ word for chicken, just to make it tricky for innocent people like me.

The food was great – fresh, well presented and tasty, although it was a bit over priced compared to similar restaurants in the area. I had a piece of grilled cod that was served with deliciously buttery vegetables. The fish was slightly undercooked and could have done with an extra minute.

Table des Anges fish

Such delicious vegetables.

My dessert, an apple and rhubarb tart tatin was well done although I have had better. The rhubarb was a nice change from the traditional tart tatin but it could have done with more fruit.

Apple tart

If there is one thing I hate it is ice cream melting on top of my dessert...

Brett tried the chocolate dessert which was mousse-cake-thing that really didn’t quite reach expectations. A shame considering I had been thinking about Le Jardin D’en Face’s chocolate cake all day… really there is no comparison.

Brett commented on how in the two restaurants we went to during his visit (we also had lunch at Les Enfants Perdu a few days before. Just wonderful…) both provided us with great service and special additions that weren’t requested or expected but that added to the overall enjoyment of the meal. At La Tables des Anges, we were treated to a free helping of freshly sliced charcuterie for an aperatif and an apple liquor at the end to ‘aid sleeping’. It is the simplicity of these offerings that just make the whole experience.

GREATEST DISCOVERY EVER!

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

I’m very excited. On Monday afternoon I wanted to go and sit in a cafe with a book and a good coffee. Most parts of this equation are easy to fulfil – I had myself, a book and there are lots of cafes in Paris to choose from. The biggest hurdle was the GOOD coffee. Generally speaking, coffee in France is bad. Luckily for me, I am a black coffee drinker so I don’t have the difficulties of trying to order a coffee with milk or froth or chocolate dust. Despite this, the coffee is usually too bitter or basically just instant coffee. No grinding of beans here!

I wanted to explore new territory – I am currently reading about Napoleon Bonaparte in my book and if anyone inspires exploration, it is him. I checked a few Paris blogs to see if anyone could suggest a good cafe and found Hip Paris’s article about the best coffee in Paris. Yes please.

One of the suggested cafes isn’t far from my place and Tom and I had walked past a few months ago, laughed at the name  and saunted off with a ‘we’re too cool for that because we’re Australian and know that’s not how you spell Kookaburra’ kind of a swagger. Turns out “Kooka Boora” was too cool for us.

Kooka Boora Cafe

Kooka Boora Cafe

When I arrived at the cafe, I almost fainted as I read the menu and saw two words – ‘Long’ and ‘Black’. I have dreamed of these words since I left Perth and seeing them brought tears to my eyes and I almost saluted. I then almost died when I drank it as it wasn’t a long black that had been “France-ified” and made bad – it was REAL. And it was GOOD.

Long black coffee

Perfect size, perfect colour, perfect consistency = delicious coffee

To celebrate the fact that I had discovered a trendy cafe with comfy couches, big windows with views of Sacre Coeur, and oh-so-delicious coffee, I ordered a brownie. In no other country in the world would a brownie turn into molten chocolate when ‘zapped’ – it was awesome. Ridiculously sweet and I had a chocolate headache by the end of it, but my Monday afternoon was pure heaven.

Brownie

Look at it oozing...

It was so good I couldn’t concentrate on my book. I was too busy eavesdropping on the mostly english speaking, yet very culturally mixed crowd who came through the cafe to grab a takeaway or to sit with their laptops and do work. I wanted to introduce myself to everyone and ask if they needed writers. I also nearly applied for a job at the cafe – it’s that cool.

View from Kooka Boora Cafe

You can't get a more 'French' view than that – an old lady and lovers on benches.