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Le Train Bleu is on the second ground of the railway station and it instructions a powerful view of Old Paris. The restaurant is over 120 years outdated and the Belle Époque gold gilt inside goes again to the 1900 Paris World's Fair. One European guidebook described it as “awe inspiring” and “slack jawed beautiful”. I believe even that’s understated. The hostess seated us and our server, Emil (not his actual identify), was as good as good may very well be. He was charming and clad in a tailor-made tuxedo, white shirt and black bow tie. His presence made me sit up straighter. Emil took our order and glided from Nancy to me all through our lunch delivering completely different components of our meal at simply the best tempo. For our most important course, my spouse selected John Dory and I chosen the lamb, sliced ​​and resting on a mattress of ratatouille. It was a beautiful meal and I attempted laborious to maintain each little bit of it both on the plate or in my mouth. Still, one small piece of sauced eggplant discovered its strategy to the white tablecloth and, in my thoughts, instantly marked me as undeserving of Le Train Bleu. Emil got here by to clear our desk setting and he noticed the proof of my low beginning remaining simply past the rim of the plate. He very discreetly, reached into his higher vest pocket and produced a desk crumber, that flat chrome steel scraper used to take away the bits of bread that litter a tablecloth. With the agility of a real artist he deftly introduced the blunt finish of the device to the offending piece of pink splotched aubergine and, with a fast flick of the wrist, aspiring to scoop it up, as a substitute despatched it flying excessive into the air. It was a type of slow-motion moments and the three of us watched because it arced upwards after which got here down lifeless middle on my stunning new Henley. Emil froze and for a second so did we. Then, Nancy and I burst out laughing on the absurdity of the entire thing. Nancy spoke just a few phrases of French to Emil and you possibly can see the stress fade from his face. My chortle was deep as a result of, at that second, it hit me, impeccably appointed Emil, emblematic of this actually noble place and even France itself, was similar to me! At lengthy final, Iamwith my individuals. I left the restaurant with a giant foolish smile on my face.

Note: The server within the crepe Suzette image just isn’t the identical gentleman featured on this story. Truly, all of Train Bleu servers are artisans of their craft.

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