If you had the chance to spend your Sunday on the sunny rooftop of Le Perchoir, looking over Paris rooftops, would you turn it down?
What if you were drinking a refreshing natural (organic even) Pouilly Fumé, having a laugh with friends, and asking yourselves where the glorious sun has been for the past 7 months?
Would it help if there was a DJ spinning actual records?
Or beautiful men just waiting to serve you drinks?
This will be the downfall of society as we know it. Goodbye deep conversations, real relationships, human connection, and all that is precious in the world. Let us all strive to work on our phone addictions together, and to care more about the people in front of us than the people who are not in front of us, or how many likes we’ve gotten on the photo of us doing the thing we are not actually engaged in because we’re not present in the moment.
This is something I’m constantly aware of as I look around, that we give more attention to the tiny computers attached to our hands than to our actual friends, and it just makes me sad. I try to fight that fight myself.
At 7:30pm, the dinner bell rang, and we all, with great anticipation in our hearts, moved downstairs to prepare for an Asian feast orchestrated by guest chef Taku Sekine of Dersou.The absolute beauty of why I treasure French style meals so much, and events like these, is the chance to gather around a big community table, make friends with the people across from you and beside you, and forget about the phones for however many hours you’re at the table.
Whether with friends at a meal, or strangers at a community table like this, you just get to know each other, tell stories, laugh, and eat good food. Food brings people together, and I love that.On to that food.Kimchi turnips, Vietnamese salad, Soy-marinated eggs with spicy leeks, sea bream ceviche, chicken spring rolls, fish cakes with chili mayo & lime, lemongrass & ginger bouillon with dumplings, caramelized Asian pork ribs, served with ginger rice & sticky rice. Ho ho. A feast it was.
You can’t even see the ribs. The sweet, savory, salivate-on-yourself beautiful ribs. Look, am I sorry? Yes, I’m sorry. I couldn’t let it stand in the way of me devouring them instantly.
Here’s what they would have looked like in broad daylight, since I have eaten at the bless-ed hands of Taku at least five times now.
A quick visit to the kitchen….
where caramel is being poured upon the grand finale.
Caramelized bananas, coconut sorbet & cashews.
Les Endimanchés is on a roll. Keep an eye out on their Facebook page to see when they’re having their next event. My eyes are peeled.