Lunch at Le Basilic

Le Basilic

Le Basilic

Le Basilic, a little restaurant in Montmartre, seemed like a good place to start.  It looked like it had been there forever.

I arrived just before noon, so only a few people were dining, but Le Basilic filled rapidly, and many of the patrons were obviously regulars.  Good.  I could tell from overheard conversations that I was the only non-French patron.  Even better.

(As to why that mattered, see Christian Landers’ hilarious and deadly accurate Stuff White People Like blog, which is dormant, but still online.  Item #71, “Being the Only White Person Around,” provides a general explanation.)

Filet de Hareng et pommes de terre tièdes

Filet de Hareng et pommes de terre tièdes

Fillets of herring with warm, sliced potatoes, leeks, and carrots.  This starter was just the kind of thing I was looking for.


The main was a bit disappointing.  The sauce was all right, but the beef was gristly.  I think the pasta is pappardelle.

At this point,  Le Basilic was lit up by the arrival of a wonderful Woman of a Certain Age and her two companions.  Much air-kissing ensued.  You could tell from her face and her fashionable clothing that she’d lived well.

She spilled her pre-meal champagne, and later accidentally knocked over a glass of red wine.  I think I fell in love.

Mousse au chocolat noir maison

Mousse au chocolat noir maison

The meal ended with a rich homemade dark chocolate mousse with star fruit.

Paris Street Scene

Paris Street Scene

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