That night, we met up with my fiancé’s cousin, who lives in Paris, to have dinner at Juveniles Wine Bar, which I’d read amazing things about. Of course we couldn’t get in. So instead we took a long walk along the Seine with her and her French boyfriend, decided to take a bus down to a restaurant in the 14th arrondissement, figured out that the bus wasn’t coming for 15 minutes, went to a bar to have a glass of wine, and then finally made it to Le Plomb du Cantal. It’s food from the Auvergne region of France, and every dish is served with endless potatoes that waiters come around with saucepans of to ladle onto your dish if it’s empty. This was duck confit with truffade, potatoes cooked in goose fat and blended with cheese. The cousin’s boyfriend was just sooooo French, with his country home with an underground wine cellar and his city apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower. He was so friendly with every server and person on the street we ran into that I couldn’t tell who he actually knew and who was a total stranger. And I would never just pop into a bar for a glass while I was waiting on the bus! What if I missed it?! Paris made me realize how uptight I am. 😀

That night, we met up with my fiancé’s cousin, who lives in Paris, to have dinner at Juveniles Wine Bar, which I’d read amazing things about. Of course we couldn’t get in. So instead we took a long walk along the Seine with her and her French boyfriend, decided to take a bus down to a restaurant in the 14th arrondissement, figured out that the bus wasn’t coming for 15 minutes, went to a bar to have a glass of wine, and then finally made it to Le Plomb du Cantal. It’s food from the Auvergne region of France, and every dish is served with endless potatoes that waiters come around with saucepans of to ladle onto your dish if it’s empty. This was duck confit with truffade, potatoes cooked in goose fat and blended with cheese. The cousin’s boyfriend was just sooooo French, with his country home with an underground wine cellar and his city apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower. He was so friendly with every server and person on the street we ran into that I couldn’t tell who he actually knew and who was a total stranger. And I would never just pop into a bar for a glass while I was waiting on the bus! What if I missed it?! Paris made me realize how uptight I am. 😀

That night, we met up with my fiancé’s cousin, who lives in Paris, to have dinner at Juveniles Wine Bar, which I’d read amazing things about. Of course we couldn’t get in.
So instead we took a long walk along the Seine with her and her French boyfriend, decided to take a bus down to a restaurant in the 14th arrondissement, figured out that the bus wasn’t coming for 15 minutes, went to a bar to have a glass of wine, and then finally made it to Le Plomb du Cantal. It’s food from the Auvergne region of France, and every dish is served with endless potatoes that waiters come around with saucepans of to ladle onto your dish if it’s empty. This was duck confit with truffade, potatoes cooked in goose fat and blended with cheese.

The cousin’s boyfriend was just sooooo French, with his country home with an underground wine cellar and his city apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower. He was so friendly with every server and person on the street we ran into that I couldn’t tell who he actually knew and who was a total stranger. And I would never just pop into a bar for a glass while I was waiting on the bus! What if I missed it?! Paris made me realize how uptight I am. 😀

Photo taken at: Le Plomb du Cantal

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