So I told you that we were planning to go to dinner at Georges, a restaurant at the top of the Centre Georges Pompidou. We did, and it totally rocked. Here’s how it went down.
The real treat, however, was far above ground. We took an elevator up to several escalators, which seemed to take us right up into Paris heaven. The view was fabulous, and changed dramatically as the evening went on.
We declined to sit on the lovely terrace because the clouds were threatening rain, so our tall, leggy and lovely hostess led us inside to one of the many prime tables lining the glass walls. Wow. It took us awhile to take our eyes off the view and direct them to the menu.
We had a really
hot nice waiter who spoke good English and was happy to make recommendations. The menu had lots of Asian fusion offerings, which were a welcome change. We sampled spring rolls, shrimp, and tomato mozzarella starters, and then devoured sea bass in a creamy sauce, chicken paillard, beef tenderloin, and a club sandwich. One of us is not very adventurous.
As we ate, the storm moved across the horizon, drawing me back onto the terrace for some more pictures.
The views may be awesome, but all is not easy in Paris, my friends.