I hear babies cry....WAH!

Yesterday BU took us to the wine museum of Paris, which is in this big, ancient cellar. It was pretty neat, we each sat down in front of 5 wine glasses and then listened to the woman talk about oenology and the history of the place. Then, of course, we got to smell things and taste things and then (finally) we got to taste the wine. Here's what we tried:

a 2007 Chablis -- I found this too acidic and tangy to finish.
a 2004 Burgundy (ROTY) -- this was much more to my liking and tasted strongly of pears
a 2005 Pouliac -- Probably my favorite, once the cheese came out. Red wine without cheese is just not the same.
a 2001 Beaune -- Not a fan. Too acidic for a red, in my opinion.
a Galliac sparkling wine -- DELISH.




After the wine tasting, we got to walk through this museum, which was kind of creepy because there were wax figures hidden in little alcoves and around corners. So we went through it pretty quickly and then came home.

Sam and I decided that we wanted to get a nice dinner, as we'd been eating Fondation food all week, so we found a place in le Marais (in the 3eme arrondissement) called Page 35, which was great. It was a cozy yet really modern restaurant that doubled as an art gallery, so the walls were covered with a series of photos.

I ordered the boeuf bourgignon with house fries and Sam got a parmesean chicken dish. Mine was phenomenal, even with the few bits of mushroom I spotted, and the French Fries were incredible! Sam's dish was also superb, although the roasted potatoes almost stole the show, they were so delicious. For dessert, I got a fabulous creme brulee and Sam got some ice cream.

Then we headed over to the 6eme to meet Gerakd, Trevor and Mark Anthony at Hippocampus for some jazz. When we got there, Gerald the only person sitting inside, and a trumpet player and pianist were jamming in the middle of the room. We sat down, ordered some drinks and waited for Trevor, Mark Anthony, and all the customers that had crowded the place last weekend to arrive. Well, Trevor and Mark Anthony finally showed up, but no one else did. We had the entire place to ourselves! The musicians were talking to us and once they found out we were American, they decided to give us a lesson in French standards. It was awesome. A woman vocalist/clarinetist showed up and an old guy with a banjo played a few songs before he headed out.

When the band said goodnight around 23h30, the singer/trumpet player came over and gave us a free CD, which of course, being nerds, we (and by we I totally mean Sam. Not about the being nerdy bit, but about getting it autographed. She's clearly the one with the guts.) got it autographed! So now we have this sweet Parisian jazz CD with a "To Samantha..." and some indecipherable scribbles. So awesome!