Mon Ami Gabi & Odd Things

This past weekend I decided that I wanted to go to a French Bistro resturaunt, Mon Ami Gabi. It used to be phenomenal but went down in the past year and a half. We arrived very suprised at how crowded it was. A year ago, it would have been empty- and considering the reccesion and the fancy place it is, I was suprised. So thirty minutes late we arrived at our table. The bread was brought out and it was terrible. It was terrible. It was not nearly as good as   it used to be. It was terrible. It was terrible. Picture below, the street across from Mon Ami Gabi- Very nice.

                

So our waiter brought the bread with a beet mixture which was very tasty. But the butter was too hard and cold. OK, if you remeber my last post (just scroll down if you don't) then you heard about my recipe for hanger steak. Well, I ordered the hanger steak and it was good for the first few bites, but then was bad. My Nana asked me if she thought it was tough and I said, "I don't know..." She gave me a bite of hers and I agreed that mine was also bland and tough. The frites were a bit soggy and tasteless.

I was wanting to do a throwdown with the chef- my steak would win hands down. My Nana got a mashed cauliflower side which was very good actually. The cauliflower had taste. It wasn't terrible. For dessert, my father got peach sorbet. It tasted fine, but a bit artificial if you know what I mean. And my chocoalte flourless cake was good, I guess. But to be honest I do not remember it that much which is not good!

And the *oddest* part of the meal was while waiting impatiently for the valet service to get our car, a racoon scrambled out from somewhere and ran out into the allyway.

Oh yes! This is a Parisian blog, written by an American. I should incorporate this post more with Paris, or shall I say France? So this was a French Resturaunt, right? Well, I am thinking about what to say about that statement. And I must say that I would no tbe that suprised if the executive chef of that resturaunt was Mexican! He should study good French Cuisine better.

*As well, on November third, I went to the mall and "This is It," a Michael Jackson documetary was playing. I guess that the man or women doing the titling on the big board thingy outside the mall never passed third grade. He spell Michael as Micheal. And I know it wasn't just a clumsy misplacement, becasue on the other side where he also posted it, it was spelled Micheal also. Rather odd, also!