My brother-in-law and I had dinner with Kayne West last Saturday night. Ok, we weren’t exactly at the same table, but he was at the next table over. We even made eye contact a few times, although he didn’t smile. I couldn’t decide if this was because he thought I looked too cool for a common acknowledgement or he thought, ‘I wish that crazy woman would stop turning around and looking at me.’
Either way, maybe it was best we did not actually converse. I am not sure I could name a Kanye West song if my life depended on it. Also, MTV recently gave him the honour of having the ‘best tweet of the year’. Here it is:
“I hate when I’m on a flight and I wake up with a water bottle next to me like oh great now I gotta be responsible for this water bottle”
I had thought for a moment that this might be some sort of deep statement about each individual’s environmental responsibility. Then I read some of his other top tweets:
“dating models I had to learn to like small dogs and cigarettes”
“I specifically ordered Persian rugs with cherub imagery!!! What do I have to do to get a simple Persian rug with cherub imagery uuuuugh.”
Also, if I’m honest, he wasn’t who I hoped to see. When we were seated the server leaned over and told us in a hushed voice that Beyonce was dining there tonight. This really did excite me. I am a little embarrassed to admit this but I am a bit of a fan (I actually own several albums) and, it was possible, as I had seen on twitter that Beyonce and her husband Jay Z were in Paris.
When Kanye and his party were seated at the ‘Beyonce’ table, there were two extra seats. I kept looking round in hope but alas, she did not join them.
However, we didn’t go to this restaurant for star spotting, we came for the food. My brother-in-law was in town for the weekend and asked me to book something special. Given the daunting task of choosing a special restaurant in a city where even a neighbourhood bistro will offer something I have never tasted before, I employed help. Excellent foodie website parisbymouth.com actually lets you choose Paris restaurants by number of Michelin stars, but also has a less daunting list of editor’s picks. Paris-based food writer and pastry chef David Lebowitz also has a list of favourites. Restaurant Spring (6 Rue Bailleul) appeared on both.
Both sites also said that it was necessary to book reservations at least a month in advance. I was only two days out. I decided to give them a call just on the off chance that they had a cancellation. I was in luck. Each sitting they offer a limited number of seats at the bar on a first-come, first-served basis. The maitre’d advised us that we were to get there no later than 7.30 (on time and early, both things unheard of in France) to get a seat. He also showed no signs of panic or horror when I let him know about my food ‘issues’. ‘No problem at all, madam.’
And what a delight! We were also freed from actually thinking about and choosing what we wanted to eat and drink. The chef prepares a new, seasonal menu each night and the sommelier chooses the best wines to go with each course. (If you need proof that each night’s menu is a one off here it is: I went back to the restaurant yesterday to confirm my memory of the menu and they had to think hard about what they’d served for dinner on Saturday as they’d served 4 other different menus after it).
They asked us at the start if we wanted to know what was coming or enjoy the surprise. We loved each dish being unveiled to us.
- Potato croquettes with cheese and anchovy paste (champagne, for me)
- Morel mushrooms, radish and carrot in chicken consumme with a leaf of a French wild herb
- Langoustine (hot fennel salad, for me)
- Pigeon with marinated grapefruit in a pigeon jus
- Strawberries and rhubarb with Normandy cream and strawberry syrup
- Creme fraiche sorbet with lemon (double helpings of the chocolate for me)
- Chocolate sorbet
Yes, three desserts! And, champagne and wine to match all the way through. Special food, excellent service and good company. What a great night.
(Another reason to be glad we weren’t at Kayne’s table: apparently there was a small problem with the bill at the end of the night. One of the servers had to chase him into his limo. I am sure that whipping out a credit card might cramp his style and he has people to handle these things. The meal, I’m told, has been added to his hotel bill.)