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My mother was a great cook. My father loved to eat.
I am the Man from Pawtucket and this is my story. Here you will find a collection of observations, from Central Falls to Central Park, from Pawtucket to Paris, about Eating Well. Bon Appetit.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Le Comptoir du Relais, Paris

Yves Camdeborde's Le Comptoir off the Boulevard Saint-Germain in the 6eme Arrondisement is packed every night. People actually wait in line (on line for New Yorkers) for a table which is something I have never seen before in Paris. I arrived early on a Sunday evening and was lucky enough to get a table outside just as the line was starting to form. I ordered a 'planche cochonaille' (which is a small cutting board with assorted chacuterrie) followed by a 'salade de poulpe' (octopus salad). I enjoyed these very much a with a 'pot' of Saumur rouge. Finally for dessert I ordered the caramel ice cream with sea salt. The rich, deep color fooled me into thinking I would taste the sweet cream first. Instead, it was the salt and then the caramel. That was unexpected but delicious just the same.




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