Le Loup dans le Théière; the most gargantuan lemon meringue pie in the history of eggs

"We missed our spot you dorks" Kir-Royale 2008, queue-er extraordinaire.

Ben: I really enjoyed this meal.

Good food, good people, good times.

My ol' mucker Lewis was in town, and we'd been raving it up the night before, getting lashed and lairy and ripping shit up, and the like. Pretty standard really.

We were to meet the ol' gang for breakfast, which soon turned to lunch as we didn't wake up til late as we're such heroes, lash heroes that is.

We also had to go to monop so that Lewis could get a towel. He chose a lovely number with a bear holding a heart. I still have the towel to this day, though I gave it a proper wash mind....

So we met Rosa and Ciara and the delightful Jimmy in the marais for some eats. And it was good. Nothing spectacular, but a nice convivial atmosphere for friends, and not so much friends, to talk and act like they like each other. Which we did. I think.

What we ate isn't as important as the atmosphere, a rich, velvety bonhomie, like veal stock or lentil soup. Incidentally, I order lentils, with some sausage and onions, and I enjoyed it. The girls (who else...) then ordered a lemon meringue pie that struggled with its own weight. Poor fella.