I was
invited to a lovely lunch at the 3-star restaurant Alléno
Paris (Pavillion Ledoyen), hosted by Mauviel,
a French company that makes copper cookware in Normandy, that one day,
I’m hoping to visit. Although mispronouncing the name when I was
introduced to the owner probably didn’t help my chances!
Nevertheless,
I did my best in the charm department. (Foreigners are often given a pass
with goofs in French, since even the French know how intricate their
language is.) I did excel, however, in making my way through the meal –
cleaning everything from my plate. My reward came at the end of the meal
with post-modern Pear,
Vanilla and tonka bean cake, then a copious plate of mignardises (lots of
little cakes and candies) and then…whew!…out
came a burnished amber tart, sliced precisely into six perfect
wedges.
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After I ate
more than my share of them – no one at the table was tackling the sweets
with the same fervor as I was…but the only problem with having to wear a
suit just once or twice a year is that trying to pull the waistband
closed is an uncomfortable indicator of how much you’ve been eating in
the interim. I asked what the tart was, because it had a flavor that
I couldn’t quite pinpoint. They told me it was tarte à la bière.
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