My friend PJ is one of my favourite people. He’s a photographer & is just totally fabulous… but he’s never in town. He flits around the world and I never get to see him. So, seeing as he’s never in my town I decided to surprise him in one of his. I arrived in Paris on Friday afternoon & having slipped into a suitably slinky dress & my new Loubies (c’mon, Friday night in Paris!) I met him for dinner at our joint favourite joint, Costes .
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I started with snails, naturally.
Just look at all that garlic butter! How about a close up?
I will sheepishly admit that when I ran out of dipping bread… I may have slurped from a couple of the shells. Don’t tell anyone. We sipped on round after round of ice cold mojitos, on PJ’s insistence.
Oh la la, black & white! So Parisian. PJ had crispy duck for his main.
It may not be much to look at but trust me, it packs a serious punch in the flavour department. I had what I always have, le tigre.
A rare, chargrilled steak topped with a fragrant, sour, herby sauce.
We stayed and chatted for hours.
We watched the actors, singers, directors, bankers, couples, friends & “ladies of the night” come and go. Hotel Costes is the perfect Parisian puddle for people watching, you get all kinds here and PJ knows allthe gossip.
After drinks and dancing with a few other friends I said my bonne nuites & headed back to my hotel… where they’d left me a little someone to keep me company.
I named him Pierre (Pierre The Teddy Bierre) and we spooned all night long. Not a traditional Parisian romance… but lovely all the same!
