Is there a more American-looking VFYT conceivable than this one? Yet, this meal was eaten in the heart of Parisian-ness. The reader, Fred G., this blog’s Paris bureau chief, writes:
Life is funny. As I was reading your post relating your trip to NOLA with Lucas, my Dad called me to tell me he had booked a table at Ralph’s, Ralph Lauren’s American restaurant on bd Saint Germain. It’s my birthday today. So here I was, with my father and my brother, dining at an American restaurant in the middle of your beloved quartier Latin! None of us wanted to go to a French restaurant as the americanophile in us wanted something from the other side of the pond.
Happy birthday to Fred! And vive la différence!