So we decided on vegetable lasagna with meat sauce on the side. We found a recipe on line by two Aussie brothers (I think) that was pretty good. We made a ton of it so even though we all had seconds (thirds?) there was still enough for another meal or two.
One thing I had to learn in retirement is to never ask, "What's for Lunch?" With that in mind, we set out on a walk to find a restaurant and to see what was going on at the Pompidou Center near our apartment. There were a few interesting exhibits but there were lines (not too long, but, still, lines) so we kept walking and went into the massive St. Eustach church.
|The Giant Pipe Organ|
Just beyond the church is the famous restaurant, Au Pied Du Cochon. We were just going to have a bowl of soup for lunch. But after an aperatif called Aperol...
They are known for their Onion soup and all things related to the pig, like ears, feet, tails, ribs, hooves, etc. Judy had fish and I had chicken
So, a few days passed and we were looking for lunch again. So we took a stroll down the Rue des Rossiers in our neighborhood.
And we lined up for Falafal at one of the several Falafal stands on this busy little street.
Hey, a man's got to eat!
Saturday was market day behind Hotel de Ville so we invited, Jacques, Claire and Jo for lunch. I had my mind on Choucroute ( a sort of French version of a New England boiled dinner ) since we got here, so we went to the vendor who sold everything from Paella, to beef bourguignon to piles of choucroute. You basically order for the number of diners and then they weigh it all and you pay by the kilo.
We lugged the kilos worth of sauerkraut, potatos and sausages home and Judy and
Claire turned it into this.
We finished off the leftovers last night.