KABOOMY! Here we are puttin’ on a monumental feed at a quintessential Paris dining joint: Chez L’Ami Louis…let’s check it out.
L’Ami Louis is famous for lots of stuff: gruff ultra-French waiters…a cozy room with shiny rouge walls that could tell thousands of scandalous stories…the glistening gorgeous vent pipe that runs from the wood-burning stove to the opposite wall blowing out who-knows-what to who-knows-where…”outrageous” prices…bricks of succulent foie gras…piles of toasted crusty bread…escargots that make you go “YEE-HAW!”…”the world’s greatest roast chicken for two”…mountainous bloody cote-de-boeuf…occasional celebrity sightings…a lovely wine list…and oodles of charm and atmosphere and je ne sais quoi. . .and you know what?–we love it all!!
In short, this place ROCKS! Online sites are loaded with complaints about this and that–the prices, the surly waiters, the cramped space, the tourists or whatever. . .believe all of the comments, believe them all, but do know that there is much more to love here than to hate or be annoyed by.
First, we have a reservation…don’t just show up and try to roll on in here…it ain’t gonna happen. Get your hotel to call a reservation in for you…participate in the full dining experience, and you might have a good time.
Second, my wife speaks French…they like a little French thrown their way upon arrival…our host greets us warmly, offers a choice of seats, and we take the coziest side-by-side seating spot in the house…good-to-go for the rest of the night–c’est bon, baby!
Next, the menu is simple…so we keep things simple: champagne to start, then foie gras bricks, then escargots, then roast chicken for two, then green salad, then berries and cream. . .everything to be washed down with a sweet little bottle of Pomerol…and armagnac at the very end. . .BOOM!…done. Let the games begin.
Our waiters are lovely, by the way–feelin’ lots of love in here…everything arrives at the perfect time…we gobble the delicious foie gras bricks–none better. We inhale the escargots after they cool just a bit–none better. We ingest the chicken down to the last little tidbit on the last little bone–succulent, none better. The green salad is simple and very welcomed after all of the previous richness–wonderful. The berries are not as sweet as the freshest ones during April–we are here in February, so understandable–but the cream is rich and gooey and soothing, just as it should be…we are happy, oooooh-sooooooo happy. . .mmm, aaaaahh!
We finish with glasses of armagnac…perfect.
Yes, the prices are high…lots of people comment on this…but sometimes you just gotta say, “what the heck?” and just do it. If everyone could eat here once, then there would be less conflict in the world. . .this is the way dinner should be…this is magic a la L’Ami Louis in Paris, France.
Eat here some time…you will love it–I gar-ron-taaaaayy!!
It’s lovely out there.