When Mama brought Daddy here to Paris for the first time in the late 1990's, she took him to Chartier. He ordered snails. Now, we all know that Daddy loves a bargain and he's not always that particular about food. So the combination of snails for a few francs (it was before the Euro), the beauty of the interior of the place and the finest details of both the service and the history had Daddy hooked for life. My parents make everyone go there - even if sometimes, the food really isn't so great.
We went the other night: Creed & me, Mama, Gillian & Manu. We walked from our apartment past the rue Montorgueil and near the garment district where Mama used to go to design school. Creed & I were so exhausted - the grown-ups always tell us it's not far but Creed can see how far we really have to go and then I can tell by how much he complains. We had a fun walk but both of us had to be carried a bit.
Everyone was in a good mood even though our dinner was eaten at breakneck speed - I refused to sit down because it was too noisy and ate my chicken standing up. I also made friends with the people at the next table, as is the style of Chartier. But overall, it really wasn't my kinda place - maybe when I am older and can appreciate the craziness. Or maybe if the waiters would scribble our orders in Braille on the paper tablecloths!
BUT, the crepes on the street after dinner were fantastic! I am hooked...
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