When my friend, Matt Moore, read an early draft of In the Shadow of Versailles, he found himself constantly hungry. While he enjoyed the mystery, the scenes of café and restaurant life whet his appetite for a return to the City of Light and its fabulous food.
Paris is known for a lot of things: light, love, modern art, the lost generation and the Eiffel Tower. It is also known for its food. While French dining was revolutionized by the appearance of nouvelle cuisine in the 1960s, when meals became lighter and simpler, the Classique or haute cuisine that Max enjoyed in 1919 continues to be served in many Parisian restaurants to this day.
When Max dines out with friends (or suspects), he is likely to encounter such delights as lamb stew spiced with cinnamon, fresh trout cooked in white wine and garlic or perhaps a rock hen, stuffed with dates and walnuts and served with a hard orange sauce, each served with a cream soup and fresh bread to start and followed by some confection of chocolate and fruit and all served with suitable matching wines. On another night he might have a nice cassoulet, duck stewed with spicy sausages and white beans and served with potatoes.
If he wasn’t too hungry (or had already eaten), he might settle for a green salad and an herbed grilled trout while bribing an informant with a foie gras appetizer followed by a filet of beef in pepper sauce plus trimmings, each served with a suitable wine, say, a Chablis to start followed by a rich Burgundy. Finish it off with a cheese plate and a pastis or espresso and you’re set for the night.
Looking for lighter fare? Well, it can be done but people will stare or wonder if you have a wasting disease. At lunch you might settle for a hearty tomato broth filled with chunks of root vegetables and shreds of roast chicken, served with a hunk of dark rye bread, chewy with a delicate nutty flavour, washed down with a crisp pale ale. And of course, charcuterie is always an option, four or five smoked or spiced meats with a range of cheese from runny camembert to a firm Emmental plus wedges of baguette and plenty of olives in great variety.
Only breakfast might be considered a dieter’s choice, if croissants with fresh butter and fruit compote is your idea of diet food. At one point, Ginger Buchan, an American diplomat, complains of the French habit of eating sweet pastries at breakfast before stuffing three of them down his gullet. He later remarks that Paris is where good Americans go when they die.
French boulangeries and patisseries are a world unto themselves with brioche and vol au vents and, oh, roughly a hundred types of breads and pastries on display and I could spend a lot more words to describe them, but frankly, I’m starving.
If you hunger for more of the good life of dining in Paris, hop on a plane, or, much cheaper, pick up an ebook of In the Shadow of Versailles from your favorite on-line store.