5 courses and 2 hours in, the chef sends out a pre-dessert described on the menu only as "The Game".
Turns out it was a blind tasting of 5 ice creams. I only got 3 right. Could never have gotten bay leaf, but confusing lemon verbena for ginger…sigh.
Goat's cheese, coconut, and popcorn were pretty obvious.
Starving already, dinner in 4 hours. But I'll probably be ordering the tasting menu, so I might as well be hungry for that.
Had a Ramsay-rageworthy lunch: the fries were the tastiest thing on the table.
How hard is it to do a well-seasoned tartare, damnit.
Oh, a reply from the friend who never came!
Turns out someone organised a group yoga event, and then she agreed to go, forgetting everything else.
Due to exceptional demand, this session is oversubscribed and will work on a first-come-first-served basis for registrants. Please get there early with proof of registration to avoid disappointment.
Pointless to require registration then. Fools.
@matigo Indeed, and the trend seems to be — with a few notable exceptions, of course — that the people I got to know in Paris are the kind I should never make reservations for; almost everyone I know in HK and Edinburgh I always make reservations for.
And it's quite clear to me that the university in Paris tends to attract a certain kind of person.
Ah well. Nice day to hang around anyway, with 3 hours before I need to be at the train station.
It does mess timing up a bit when someone says they'll meet you at a certain time then don't respond to your messages an hour beforehand confirming where to meet. Which means we're probably not going to see each other.