We had our final fancy dinner in Paris at Les Deux Magots. A restaurant famous in tour guides for having once been the hotspot for writers, intellectuals, and artists like Ernest Hemingway, Jean-Paul Sartre, and Pablo Picasso.
I'd never been here before, although I've wanted to eat here since 2003 when I first read about Les Deux Magots. The restaurant is named after two Asian statues that sit at the top of a pillar in the center of the place. Before becoming a café, it used to be a silk shop and also sold luxury, exotic items. And then it became a café around the same time the literary scene exploded at Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
When we arrived, we found an open table on the terrace and were greeted by the quintessential French waiter, all silvery haired and proper. We had a bottle of water, and I ordered a glass of wine and Brandon decided to try a bottle of Kronenbourg 1664 -- "le goût à la française" ("the taste of the French"). It was simply "comme ci, comme ça."
For dinner, I had French roasted veal with a homemade potato purée. Brandon had lamb with herbs and ratatouille. Everything was flavorful and the meats were cooked to perfection. This was one of the best meals of the trip.