I am such a lucky little duck as I went to Paris last weekend to stay with a great friend of mine who lives there. It was a weekend crammed full of food and I literally rolled onto the train on my way back home. Chocolate and bread supplies in France were reported to be significantly lower after my visit…
I arrived on Friday night and me and my friend Joey headed straight out to for a for a slap-up meal. (Slap-up, that’s a funny one isn’t it…do you think it’s because it is so delicious that it makes you want to slap your thighs? Answers on a postcard please.)
Moving on. We headed to Au Passage, a small and very busy and bustling tapas restaurant. Yes, when in France, you must go straight for the first Spanish restaurant you find! No, but in all seriousness, small tapas style restaurants are my absolute favourite so this place was right up my street. No menus, everything just etched onto big chalkboards on the walls. Luckily for me Joey can read French, as pretty much the only thing I can say is Ou est le Swimming Pool? and I couldn’t see that on the menu.
First of all an unassuming plate of sliced salami arrived accompanied by a slab of butter. A slab of butter so big, that I joked to Joey saying, “Cor (yes i actually said Cor) is that butter? I thought it was a hunk of cheese!” I’m more than ashamed to say, that Joey didn’t so much as touch the butter and by the end of the meal it had all disappeared. Hurrah – I ate an entire block of butter. Just don’t call me Marge.
Next was ceviche of red mullet which was deliciously tangy and disappeared incredibly quickly.
Then langoustines with grapefruit and dill. This was not my favourite – the grapefruit was super sharp and overpowered the delicate flavour of the langoustines. Needless to say that we ate it all anyway.
Amazing garlicky mushrooms which were maybe the best mushrooms I have had. Not much to look at but they more than made up for it in taste. They came with a warm and gooey confit egg yolk which when you burst it made the most amazing sauce. Definitely one to try and recreate at home.
This was sort of like pork rillettes rolled in breadcrumbs served with a sort of sauerkraut and an incredibly tart tartare sauce. It was delicious, but slightly let down by the tartare sauce which was slightly overpowering. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn’t devoured the entire breadbasket and the whole of the aforementioned block of butter.
Pudding really wasn’t necessary but we couldn’t resist! Perfectly poached pear with a lighter-than-a-fairys-kiss almond cake topped with marshmallow like whipped cream. Seriously scrummy.
Such a delicious start to a lovely weekend in Paris. Looking at this picture of the pear now is actually making me feel a little sad that I’m not eating it now, so so good!
Au Passage is definitely one to try next time your are in Paris! Bon appetit!