bonnes vivantes

by sacremaja

Phwaahhhh, MEAT!

I was a ‘pescatarian’ for about a year of my life.  I say that here but generally I just said, “I try to avoid eating most meat” if provoked (I didn’t care to discuss it; I hate hearing about everyone’s dietary particularities and plus, as an adventurous eater, I have little tolerance for dietary particularities in general) but still ate fish, because it’s good for you and I love fish.  I became thoroughly depressed about it when I took a geology class about the oceans my last semester of college and learned exactly what overfishing does to the world, but it’s…well…I’m still torn up about it, to tell the truth.  But this isn’t a moral post.  Perhaps another day.

All of that said, my arrival in France was the end of my pescatarian stage.  I started last year by eating just a bit occasionally, and worked my way up to being a fairly regular meat eater. During my few months at home last summer, I ate meat probably between five and ten times.  I made it count, let me tell you (example:  delicious pork belly from my town’s most authentic Chinese restaurant.  Both the resto and the dish were introduced to me by my Taiwanese neighbor).

Because I really like traveling and I really like eating, any kind of dietary restriction is a pain in my butt.  To pass up meat in France seems crazy.  One of the reasons I “avoid eating it” at home is because it’s so difficult (and pricey) to find good quality, non-factory-farmed meat in the US.  In France, everything you put into your mouth is traced from its origin.  You know where all of your food comes from!!!  French people tell me factory farming is growing in France, and I’m sure it’s true, but in the meantime it is still possibly to find fresh, quality meat.  And I’m taking advantage while I can.

My mom and I had some of the very best of it for lunch today at Chez Robert et Louise, which makes an appearance on most lists of Paris’s best restaurants.  We had the côte de boeuf, which came from Austria and is one of their renowned dishes.  When we were seated my mom asked if I had a problem being right next to the open kitchen, what with all the smoke and the heat, but it was no problem at all!  It turned out we had the very best seats for watching the young chef stab into giant slabs of beef and throw them onto the open fire.  It was serious cooking.  Such a show, and such a meal!

Along with the rest of the world who visits and eats in Paris, highly recommend Chez Robert et Louise for the ambiance and the food.  Real rustic French cooking!  God, I love this country.

And so here is what Robert et Louise have to offer:

le chef


ze stove


ze feast


post feast:  ze fat from my meat


28 avril 2012