Did I mention that the apartment in the Passage d'Enfer is within walking distance of the oyster place that I discovered? I went there for lunch for the third time today. Yummmmmm. Even better, the place is so small (16 seats fully occupied) that I now feel like a regular. When I went there last week, it wasn't too busy so I learned a lot more about the place and its regular customers, including one 96-year- old gentleman who comes in regularly. This week, the owner, Francis, welcomed me back with a handshake as soon as I arrived. There is no menu and no wine list, so as soon as you are seated they bring over a bottle of white wine and start opening oysters. Of course, they know the habits of the regulars, with some immediately starting with red wine as an aperitif. Here is the inside of the restaurant:
Here is Francis, the owner, and Ségolène. At first I thought Ségolène might be a family member, but no, "I'm just the server" she insisted:
This week, after my 14 oysters and two (small) glasses of white wine, I had a smoked magret de canard (duck breast) with red wine instead of the foie gras. It was delicious! Here's what it looked like: (oops, I took a couple of bites before I remembered to take a picture!)
p.s. To all my oyster loving friends - I'm sorry you aren't here to enjoy them with me!