The theme of the week sure has been European; Monday night was Italian, Tuesday was German, and well…Friday was French. Very French; more French than Tuesday was German
This past vendredi (friday) it was rather grey outside; grey and drab with the occasional leak from the skies. Usually, I would use this chance to wear something bright and robust- you know, just go all Emilio Pucci and Prada over Portland and it’s morose choice of weather. However, Pucci and Prada are Italian and the theme of the day was a tad to the North and the West of Milan. Alors, I busted out the Chanel- and by Chanel I mean a pair of earrings and my new Karl Lagerfeld-face emblazoned tee (and yes I know the Kaiser is German but he’s the current commander in chief of the best global contribution to come out of La France).
I guess Naz also telepathically got the memo that we were gonna go all Français on Portland today considering she was using her Longchamp tote and you know- smelling all like Coco Mademoiselle and stuff.
I fetched her little Chanel-ified self from school and we headed down to Boulangerie St. Honoré in downtown Lake Oswego; and in usual fashion, started out with dessert:
Then, moved on to les sandwiches:
Naz and I decided we are going to start coming here for lunch every Tuesday and Friday…so we can also sample all the other goodies such as Brie Bartletts, Red Beet Salades, Mushroom Leek Quiches, and obviously each of the other tantalising showcase pastries and cakes
My only complaint: The service from one of the cashiers was rather snooty & snappy; and not in a culturally stereotypical manner; all I had asked was whether I could get the Brie Bartlett baguette sans prosciutto as I cannot eat pork and the reply that I received was, “No you cannot; they are pre-made.” Well, as I can see in the showcase I know that; but don’t tell me you can’t put on some gloves and fish the prosciutto out? Or at least put together a new baguette, all it takes is some sliced pears/arugula/brie to assemble? In my defence I spent a summer working at a similar French Bakery Cafe, with several pre-made options and I always made sure that customers were satisfied and accommodated, especially with such simple requests. But whatever I was in too decent of a mood to feel like making a scene over a disgruntled teenager.
Post-lunch, the Naz and I galloped on our way and engaged in some afternoon errands: Runs to various jewelry stores to acquire earrings adorned with stuff like pineapples and forks, poster making for Naz’s upcoming main-stage show, lying down on my couch watching How I Met Your Mother whilst consuming Fazer Geisha chocolates and a pint of the glorious Oikos Chocolate Frozen Greek Yoghurt, watching a play on campus, then finally picking up Yurop from work to try our luck at getting a table at Le Happy.
And guess what? Le success. And therefore, a continuation of the French theme (I should also note that at this point Naz had switched her Longchamp school tote for a Louis Vuitton speedy and I on the other hand…had a Chloé coin purse in my bag so and smelled like a YSL perfume counter so if that’s not French then neither are croissants!
Yurop, who seemed sceptical of crepes (or rather thought they were all vegetarian) ordered Le beef steak…which I guess he didn’t realise came with a gorgonzola crepe
Nazu and I on the other hand went straight for the Ma Provence: A buckwheat crepe stuffed with roasted chicken, thyme, garlic, tomato, green onions, and gruyere
We also each got a side of the creamylicious cremini mushroom sauce:
The food was DELICIOUS; amazing. I have been on a serious crepe kick lately; especially of the buckwheat variety- there is something very satiating about a savoury cheesy meaty veggie crepe.
I will note however that I was slightly peeved that not only was my half beef steak significantly smaller than Naz’s, but my order came out a good several minutes after both Naz and Yurop’s. But whatever, it’s not like I was still hungry after that entire plate.
I mean, who comes to a crepe place and DOESN’T get dessert? That’s utter blasphemy, which is why Naz and I ordered the Spectac- a crepe stuffed with nutella and bananas; then doused in Grand Marnier and lit on fire. Spectac it was.
Except I decided that I don’t like Grand Marnier on my crepes no matter how cool and flamey it looks…it just makes the nutella taste like booze; and I despise the taste of liquor. For some reason, I ignorantly thought Grand Marnier would taste like caramel or something. Mais non. Whatevs, Naz and I cleaned the plate till it was porcelain white all over again.
What’s your favourite contribution of French cuisine?
When you get dressed in the morning how do you decide what to wear? Does the weather influence you? Where you’re going? Do you have daily themes?