|La Petite Idee - Grenoble, France.|
"Go to a fancy restaurant—alone…keep cell phone in purse the whole time."
I even put a caveat on this list item, restricting cell phone use during said meal. I knew that if I had an "escape," I would use it.
At the time of writing this list, I had no idea I'd be living in France for the summer. You can't get much more "fancy" than French, and since fewer people than there are fingers on my hands have my French cell phone number, the phone was not an issue or temptation.
I sat on the patio of this super cute little restaurant. The waiter spoke a little English and we labored through the "specials" together, but I essentially ended up telling him to bring me what he considered to be the best.
I ATE DUCK! (Well, the waiter said I think it was duck. At least I know it wasn't horse, the bones were too small.) It was phenomenal. It was moist and juicy and fell off the bone.
Two young men walked by and wished me "bon appetit." (Side note: People here are always asking me how to say this in English. The closest equivalent I can think of would be a waiter at a restaurant saying, "Have a good meal," but we don't really have anything that we use the same way the French use "bon appetit.)
The potatoes tasted as though they'd been marinating in butter all day. I used the bread to soak up all the delicious juices that seeped out of the duck and potatoes and vegetables. (I'm trying to learn to eat with both hands actively engaged. This is difficult.)
The apricot crumble was hot and gooey, with the perfect amount of "crunch-factor."
I found myself having to intentional keep from rushing through the meal--not because I wanted it to be over, but because it was so delectable. I told myself to savor every bite, to enjoy the ambiance of the surroundings.
The best part of the experience (ok, second best after the food) was finding out that eating alone in a fancy restaurant isn't scary at all. I'd totally do it again, without hesitation. Obviously, I love being in the company of people, but enjoying a treat like this alone wasn't even close to horrible.
Probably because it made me feel a lot like a secret agent on a classified mission, doing my spy-thing in a foreign country.
What are your thoughts on solo dining?
What item should be my next goal on my [25 before 25] list?
Would you eat horse meat if presented with the opportunity?