So, lunch today was at Creperie Josselin, a Breton cafe in Montparnasse. There are a number of Breton creperies on that one block, because (I am told) migrants from Brittany to Paris set up shop near the Gare Montparnasse, where they landed in the city. The kids had crepes with Nutella and Chantilly cream. I had a savory buckwheat crepe with tomato, cheese, and Breton sausage. To drink, a bottle of dry Breton cider, which the Bretons drink from wooden cups.
I think if I told the kids we could have Breton crepes every day, they would agree to emigrate. Big, big hit, this food was. Sometime soon, we’re going to cross the river to the Cafe Breizh in the Marais, where they’ve just opened a side business, an epicerie selling Breton delicacies. Take a look at David Lebovitz’s review of the place, especially the part about the Bordier butter, and the salted butter caramels.
As longtime readers will recall, it was our intention to spend some time in Brittany, in St-Malo. We decided against it, only because it would have been a budget-buster. But I’ve been very curious about Brittany since watching that famous Anthony Bourdain episode about Breton cuisine, and since discovering French oysters this past spring, many of which come from Brittany. Even more, I would like to learn about the ancient cultural connections between the Bretagnes and the British peoples.
Readers, don’t think we’re only here to eat. Today I bought six-day Paris museum passes for us. Next week, once our feet are accustomed to all the walking, we begin museum-going in earnest. Tonight, though, this blog’s Paris bureau chief, Fred Gion, comes by for a high-level dinner of charcuterie and wine. I shall report back.
UPDATE: Nouvel, not nouveau, says a reader. Thanks for the correction. My French is not so hot.