Sept 27

Last night I took A. out to eat at one of Paris' traditional brasseries - Zeyer at the place d'Alesia in the 14th. Zeyer's has been around since the beginning of the last century, and the decoration made it very easy to relax into the overstuffed chairs and imagine that we were in Paris of yesteryear. It was a rainy night, and to both celebrate his 12th birthday, and try to coax him out of this terrible funk he's been in, we decided to celebrate with oysters and other typical fare (poulet fermier roti and raie aux capres.) When we arrived, at about 715, we were about the only people there, but by the time dinner was over, a couple hours later, there was a line at the door. A. decided that the Normandy Creuses, followed by the Gillardeau were the best, fines de claires came in last, and now A. can't wait for the oyster farmer to make his appearance at the market. (It shouldn't be long now, the end of Sept. marks the beginning of the 4-5 mo. season.)

http://www.lezeyer.com/presentation.php