We were in Paris for Thanksgiving. "We" refering to Mandy, Mandy's sister (Bridget), and me. Thanksgiving plans were in the works the moment we set foot in Paris. The first plan was sushi... but that was scrapped when we gave in to our craving a day before Thanksgiving.
It was a great decision on our part.
From our previous dining experiences, we pretty much knew that getting a typical Thanksgiving meal was going to be impossible. The French have not yet embraced any of the typical thanksgiving foodstuffs... which makes me doubt thier international culinary claims.
We ate at Ambassade d'Auvergne and I would recommend it to anyone who is looking to eat food in Paris. It was DELICIOUS. Despite a slight language barrier, our waiter was so helpful and polite and generally AMAZING.
I got jugged venison. You might ask, "Jenny, what is jugged venison?" Answer: I am still not quite sure. I only know that it was delicious. It came to the table in a small pot and it tastes as if it was cooked in crock pot with mushrooms and onions and other vairous deliciousness. At one point I am pretty sure I ate marbled fat. It was heaven. I ate the WHOLE THING. Upon seeing this, our waiter just gave an approving nod.
I got the chocolate mousse for dessert. Apparently our waiter loved us... because he brought the whole mixing bowl to our table and just let us have at it.
After a few experiences with less than satisfactory proportions-- this was like a Christmas miricle.
In Conclusion: When you can't have a "proper" Thanksgiving feast, stuffing yourself to the gills is enough to simulate that post-Thanksgiving feel.
I felt like I was going to explode at my chest.
It was awesome.
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