Roger La Grenouille. The Frog. Location: Paris, 6th district. Specialty: Frog legs. Oh yeah.
Note the frog. It’s how you know you’re in the right place.
This year I’m trying to eat things I wouldn’t normally eat. Adventurous eating in 2012. Hey, the world is ending, might as well.
When our waiter set this little amuse bouche in front of us we thought it was salmon mousse. Nope. Tomato with a little dot of thick balsamic. It was so rich, it tasted just like tomato soup. Fyi, it is not socially acceptable to lick your amuse shot glass.
In Paris you’re pretty much obligated to eat your weight in foie gras. And when it comes in brulee form it’s hard to restrain yourself.
It’s an appetizer! It’s a dessert! It’s duck liver nirvana!
Now let’s talk about how much I love snails. This is the first, but not the last time those squishy little mollusks will make an appearance here in my world of blog. You have to eat escargot in Paris, right? (Seems like you have to do a lot of stuff in Paris…) The answer is yes.
Unbelievable. Seriously, people, they’re just like oysters or clams. Do not fear the snail! Embrace them! Eat them! That’s why God made them so slow moving!
So apparently the adventurous eating thing is contagious. My sister decided that when you’re at a restaurant called The Frog and its specialty is frog legs, you should probably get some. And she did. They had lemon and capers and herbs, and they were de-freakin-licious.
In the interest of full disclosure, she ate about a third of them and then had the mental “I’m eating frog” block and had to stop.
So I finished them. I have no such mental blocks.
I ordered the duck breast, and I got duck double D.
It was the biggest duck boobie I’ve ever seen! It was the Dolly Parton of ducks!
I couldn’t finish it. Not on top of all those frog legs anyway. But look at that skin- it was so damn crispy and tasty. And cooked so perfectly. Oh giant duck boobie. I miss you.
Umm, clafoutis. No? Clafoutis is a French dessert that consists of some kind of fruit surrounded by a pancakey, custardy batter and baked. I’ve made them a couple times, but I much prefer eating them. La Grenouille had a lovely apple clafoutis.
First I took a photo.
And then I ate it. Mmm, apple pancakey goodness.
If you’re in Paris and you’re looking for a crazy fantastic, vintage eclectic, perfectly Parisian meal visit La Grenouille.
And for the love of god, order the frog!
