I love brunching in Paris.

Especially on the sun-soaked terrace of my friend Roger’s place in Issy. He whipped up this simple, scrumptious meal of sautéed broccoli with lemon juice, olive oil, salt, and pepper; sliced cantaloupe; and salad with a homemade dressing of olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette. He actually outdid himself with dessert (Roger believes in post-prandial sweets at every meal):  French vanilla ice cream smothered with a farmers’ market peach and berry compote that he stewed-up brilliantly.

I was, needless to say, impressed by his French culinary skills. It’s true:  The French really do everything better–whereas in the States, eating an all-veggie meal is considered ‘healthy,’ in Europe it’s simply par-for-the course. The culturally and socially enshrined approach to nourishment and noshing is incredibly sane and balanced.

Oh! And did I mention the champagne? He also believes in no less than a bottle of bubbly with brunch. Word.


4 thoughts on “I love brunching in Paris.

  1. Joan! You got me there–I meant to say ‘peach’ compote. Good eye. Roger was born to a French mother in the US, meaning he gets dual citizenship (lucky man). But, at 17, he left for France and never looked back.

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