HUNGRY GERALD

BSK gave warning in reference to upcoming trip to Paris: “No raw meat. I am not a savage. I am not a primitive.” This in response to a meal HG, BSK and ravishing granddaughter, Miss A, had at a Ninth Arondissement bistro a few years ago.  Main dish was Cote de Boeuf (accompanied by garlic potatoes, watercress, mustard and sauce bearnaise). Yum. Well, not so yum. The huge steak was only minimally singed. It was not rare. It was raw and bloody. HG suggested the meat could use some more time on the fire. Consternation. No, no, no, Monsieur Ignorant Americaine. This is the way the chef does it. He has pride in his craft.  He will not desecrate superb meat.  Finally, the large hunk of deceased bovine went back on the fire for a moment. HG managed to devour a great deal. BSK and Miss A, out of courtesy, took a nibble and glared at HG. Okay, BSK, no raw meat on this trip and HG will be restrained concerning innards and offal.

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