Monday, February 14, 2011

Isn't it Romantic?

Ahh, cupid strikes in Paris. A gourmet restaurant, soft lighting, the clink of champagne flutes. Isn’t it romantic?

Non, non, et non!

At least, not La Mom’s first St. Valentin in France.

That was B.C. (Before Cheese – Big Cheese, that is) – and before La Mom knew that Frenchmen could live up to their stereotypes.

The Scene:
Restaurant Taillevent, 15 Rue Lamennais, 75008 Paris.

The Players:
La Single Girl (moi, before becoming La Mom), Ze French Lov-air, Le Serveur

The Food:
Heavenly (although I only had a few bites)

The Apéritif:
Kir Royale Cerise Griotte

The Wine:
Château Mouton Rothschild 1983

The Dialogue:

La Single Girl: Thanks to your tongue, my French has improved so much.

(Sidebar: Oh mon Dieu. Did I really say that back then? So beyond fromage. It must have been the apéritif talking.)

Ze French Lov-air: Zat ees nice, ma chérie.

La SG (stroking FL’s cheek): My friends in the US are so jealous I have a French boyfriend.

Ze French Lov-air: You shouldn't call me your boyfriend.

La SG (shocked): Why? Aren’t we dating?

Ze French Lov-air (snorts): Day-teeng? This is what you see in Amairicain feelms. On sort, c'est tout. In fact, I have something to tell you...

Zere are two others.

And I plan on keeping all three of you.

Le Serveur (seeing La Single Girl burst into tears): More wine, mademoiselle?

The Conclusion:
Leave it to a Frenchman to put his cheating on the table. The table of a Michelin-starred restaurant.

At least I ordered the most expensive dish on the menu.

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Rosabell said...

wow...he was seing 2 other women, he was admitting it on st valentinne's day and you still stayed ?! You must have been very much in love to accept such a thing...

Rosabell said...

oh, now I get it- it was another guy, not your actual husband.

La Mom-an American Mom in Paris said...

@Rosabell, Yep, this was another guy. No way I would stay with a stinky cheese!

La Mom

Ariana said...

What a little merde, but it still makes a great story! And at least he was honest.

Beadboard UpCountry said...

I agree with Adriana......Good for you the Rothschild was worth it.....Maryanne xo

à la parisienne said...

Le French Lov-air était un vrai salaud! Only a French man would really think you might stick around.

Heureusement, tu as trouvé le vrai "gentleman." Not really sure which term to use; "gentilhomme" seems too proper!


Kimberley said...

what a connard! Oh what we went through as les singles filles!

snippets of thyme said...

Oh la la! Again.... Oh la la! This is a story ya just don't hear every day. Whew. Glad I read the comments that clued me in that this is not the current Big Cheese! I'm a little slow in the french guy romance department. What a funny story! (Now that I getit!)

Anonymous said...

Conseils tres interessants. A quand la suite?

20 York Street said...

I was reading with bated breathe while reading through this.. I thought he was going to propose!



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Taze Anne said...

Hi :) Bonjour mon anglais est terrible mais je vais quand meme essayé :)
I lived in paris for 5 years. My familly is still living :) Now, i'm in canada with my baby and mari. I miss parisss :((


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