Three french posts in a row must be some kind of record. I'm hitting my two week Paris limit but still have a week to go before my escape to NY. It's about the time I begin to get ornery, muttering to myself about the slow service, the weather, the dog shit, the prices. Even so, Chez Janou shone through my mental pollution. It's a classic brasserie known for its 80+ varieties of pastis but we were there to stuff our faces, of course.
We tried the specials of the day and as is usually the case, Pingle's filet on a bed of gratineed broccoli with lardons was far superior to my choice. I got a steak with a side of noodles that lacked any memorable traits. Thankfully, the Pingles is on a pre-vacation food intake reduction plan - which translates into my eating a good portion of her food. Whoever invented lardons should get a Nobel prize. I'd like to add them to everything.
Chez Janou is an unusually roomy place with a small horseshoe-shaped bar like Au Petit Fer à Cheval. We noted a mixed crowd: French families passing around babies between bites, Japanese tourists taking photos and young loving couples.
I want to go back to try a pastis - I don't think I've ever had any. I'll wait for another warm sunny day to show up first. It was beautiful a few days back and now, one day before summer officially starts, it is 52 degrees fahrenheit and rainy. I love Paris two out of every three weeks I'm here.