La nourriture francaise

I didn't even get any Madeleines;(Today, I thought I would do some hands-on research. So, I looked up French restaurants in NYC. The majority of them that popped up were both expensive and formal. I needed somewhere cheap and where I could wear sweats. It was the first day back so all I wanted to do was relax. So I found La bonne soupe. The minimum to spend was 10.00 not bad compared to the others where full-course meals were over 27.00. It couldn’t be that, right? What harm could it do to try something new? Little did I know that I should have looked at the menu.

Now I am a really picky eater, but I decided to try some new things. For the main course, I chose poulet au citron. It was basically lemon chicken and it was very good I might add. However, it came along with the most vile thing! It was called polenta and I had idea what it was. It smelled and tasted absolutely revolting…I do not advise trying it. Now I believed it to be some kind of cheese, but I later found out it was boiled cornmeal cleverly shaped like a dessert, but covered with a tomato. Never again! For dessert, I had a choice between mousse au chocolat or créme caramel. Chocolate is my temptation of choice, but I decided on the caramel cream, or so I thought. What came out was not crème, but flan! Unfortunately, I had never tried flan before and I don’t believe that I will ever do so again.

Now before I came I had the preconceptions of delicious wine, cakes, bread, cheese, grapes, even seafood. I was terribly wrong. Since American law prohibits me from enjoying the first, the most I had to look forward to was the baguette. However, the entire experience was not bad. When I first walked in it had a very cozy atmosphere, but when I walked in I felt a chill. At first I couldn’t tell if it was because I was alone or because I was black, but I think they warmed up to me;) The lady who owns the bistro personally greets the guests and I believe she and the majority of workers are indeed French. I heard accents, but who knows. They were very kind. I could hear people in the corner speaking French, so I believe this may be a haven for French people who visit the city. Also, on the walls hung the photographs by Carlos Paventa of the Paris, the Seine, and the French countryside.

All in all I had I pretty good time…as for French food I believe I’ll either I eat everyday at Creole restaurant or just cook my own food, but who knows…maybe I’ll give it another try. MAYBE!!!