Poor Jules has been very sick all week and is signed off work for seven days, with a nasty fever and a suspected intestinal parasite. It all comes of being too polite - he thought his mussels were not really hot enough on Sunday but was reluctant to send them back in case they got nuked.
The meal in question was not even the worst we had in Paris - that honour goes to Le Vieux Bistro, near Notre Dame. Don't even THINK of eating there, unless you think a cassolette is a big bowl of oil with overcooked carrots and crunchy raw potatoes floating in it. Bleah!
This morning, Jules said plaintively that he had contemplated moving the mattress from the sun lounger into the bath and sleeping there, so as to be close to the toilet, but in the end he just settled down in the spare room, sweating and shivering under his towel and some clothes he found there. Didn't seem like a good moment to say: 'You don't mean the CLEAN WASHING, do you?'
A busy and domestic weekend ahead, by all accounts.
2 comments:
In fairness to Le Vieux Bistro Jules meal was very nice and Rac's desert was good.
Isn't it a strange coincidence that the only food poisoning that I've ever had in Europe has been in France... TWICE.
I was safer in the Philippines. Only two incidents in 5 years. In France twice in two trips!
The french may have reputation for fine cuisine but as far as I'm concerned they also have a reputation for poor food handling and cleanliness.
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