Ahhhh, the pure Parisian tradition of bistro dining that is Chez Georges.
Year after year, no matter the season, absolutely everything is exactly the same.
Just as it has been since 1946.
The handwritten, in lilac fountain pen, menu has not changed even one menu item.
Just as it should be.
This is classic Parisian dining, cheek to cheek at charming, teeny tables pushed tight together down the entire dining room (you can’t get up from the banquette until a waiter helps pull out the table for you!).
Upon being seated, our favorite petite plate arrives of radish, salt, salami.
The Lentil Salad, amazing.
Like nothing I have ever tasted.
A famous house specialty.
The melon jambon, a delicious combination of sweet and salty.
The steak frites, just perfection.
I order mine with au poivre – pepper sauce – the piece de resistance.
To end the meal, don’t think of anything but the fresh berries, fraise o framboise, strawberry or raspberry, with their housemade chantilly, whip cream.
It’s out of this world.
Our friend John ate the entire bowl of chantilly – well, let’s be honest – he had a bit of help around the table – and Anthony, our favorite waiter, immediately brought him another.
(which we promptly devoured immediately, bien sur).
We shall return tomorrow, pour dejuner.
I. Can’t. Wait.