les souris dansent
Jean-Baptiste brought this very, very unfortunate incident to my attention the other morning:
"Une souris dans la pizza... et un gros malaise chez Pizza Hut"
Such a sad tale, fit for a Disney rendering, like a blue collar version of Ratatouille. Animal abuse, union muscle versus the capitalist pigs, and culinary experimentation gone deeply awry.
The worst part of this drama is that it happened at the Pizza Hut on Ledru-Rollin, in the 12ème, where we (used to) fix our greasy pizza/Ben & Jerry's jones. I can imagine the patron's disappointment: finally home after a grueling day of work, pastis in one hand, greek olives in the other, the doorbell rings, he greets the delivery boy, feeling generous and grateful he over tips (well, in the French version, he would simply tip), already salivating at the odor of processed mozzarella and nitrate-sausuage, when finally, he lifts the steam-dampened lid and discovers a pesky varmint chilling on a slice of pepperoni.
Thankfully, not all the carb distributors in proximity are overwhelmed by the mouse infestation. In fact, our wonderful boulangerie, "Jacques Bazin" consistently wows me with its perfectly crusted Bazinette, tradition, cinq graines, pain de campagne aux noix, and of course its patisseries. I've documented the effect of their "Exotique" here, and recently Skye brought home a tarte aux fraises with a pistachio mousse which, frankly, I could have died content after eating. Eh oui, even Le Figaro named Jacques Bazin's baguette as the best in Paris back in November '08, and it wasn't the first time they'd been thus honored.
"Une souris dans la pizza... et un gros malaise chez Pizza Hut"
Such a sad tale, fit for a Disney rendering, like a blue collar version of Ratatouille. Animal abuse, union muscle versus the capitalist pigs, and culinary experimentation gone deeply awry.
The worst part of this drama is that it happened at the Pizza Hut on Ledru-Rollin, in the 12ème, where we (used to) fix our greasy pizza/Ben & Jerry's jones. I can imagine the patron's disappointment: finally home after a grueling day of work, pastis in one hand, greek olives in the other, the doorbell rings, he greets the delivery boy, feeling generous and grateful he over tips (well, in the French version, he would simply tip), already salivating at the odor of processed mozzarella and nitrate-sausuage, when finally, he lifts the steam-dampened lid and discovers a pesky varmint chilling on a slice of pepperoni.
Thankfully, not all the carb distributors in proximity are overwhelmed by the mouse infestation. In fact, our wonderful boulangerie, "Jacques Bazin" consistently wows me with its perfectly crusted Bazinette, tradition, cinq graines, pain de campagne aux noix, and of course its patisseries. I've documented the effect of their "Exotique" here, and recently Skye brought home a tarte aux fraises with a pistachio mousse which, frankly, I could have died content after eating. Eh oui, even Le Figaro named Jacques Bazin's baguette as the best in Paris back in November '08, and it wasn't the first time they'd been thus honored.
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