lemonkid

But what's the best part about eating in Paris? Getting invited to dinner.

Ophelie's mom had myself, Ophelie and our friend Laure-Helene over for a "proper" French dinner. It was like La Grande Bouffe all over again - there was champagne, there was wine, there was a multitude of kinds of foie gras, there was salad, there was break, there was duck, there was goose, there was croquettes, there was a massive cheese plate.. and there was dessert. Like Brillat-Savarin once said "dessert without cheese is like a pretty girl with only one eye." So true. All served by Ophelie's funny, cute, culturally aware mom.

Now for dessert.. we had ice cream.. and macaroons. Perfect macaroons from an elegant pastry shop. But first let me tell you about the ice cream - because this is ice cream, so good, so unlike I've ever tasted.

Ok. If you happen to be in Paris the ice cream was by Berthillon which I'm told is regarded as to be the best in the city.

The ice cream was a decadent rich caramel - it comes in a small tupperwear type container.. but the container's split half and half - the uppermost layer is creamy delicious ultra-rich caramel and underneath .. underneath is the tastiest most purely wonderful apple sorbet I've ever had. So when you serve yourself some it's a caramel apple treat - ice cream/sorbet together.

I know this sounds good. But it isn't. It's mindfuckingblowingfantastic. Let me explain. If you went into this ice cream store, having previously had the ice cream and the guy at the counter was like - "Today the owner has decided if your balls aren't shaven that you cannot have our ice cream today." You'd grab a strop and razor and bloody buckle down because you couldn't resist the sweet ice cream temptation.

Berthillon - ice cream so good you'd shave your balls for it.