Filet de dorade royale at Restaurant Félix. |
However, when we left the apartment, we were in a bit of a hurry to meet our reservation time because work at the computers had delayed us longer than it should have. We didn't hurry too much because of the summer heat, but we moved efficiently along the less scenic, more direct route to Avenue Segur. Still, we made it to Restaurant Félix at 79 Avenue de Segur right on time. We were the only English speakers there (but of course we spoke French).
The place is named for its chef, Félix Michau. He trained at fine restaurants in France and Scotland, and then opened this place of his own in 2016. His philosophy is to offer only the freshest, seasonal products, prepared "without arrogance," emphasizing quality above all else. As a result, the menu changes so frequently that it is simply printed on a page that is then placed on a clipboard -- no vinyl covers at Restaurant Félix!
We did not order any starters, but instead focused on a bottle of cold sparkling water to begin the repast. The bread that soon arrived was of that delicious dark sourdough variety, with a crunchy crust. Nice.
Filet mignon de cochon at Restaurant Felix. |
The evening was very warm, but the restaurant was completely open in front. Still, the dining room could have benefited from a fan. Tom decided to have ice cream for dessert. True to the chef's philosophy, it was top-quality ice cream. I had a little scoop of it inside a profiterole that was covered in very dark, rich chocolate sauce -- like the sauce we used to get at Le Pario.
Bravo, Chef Félix Michau! We shall return. I must try the razor clams next time.
The profiterole with rich, dark chocolate sauce at Restaurant Félix. |
After dinner, we walked slowly up the Avenue de Segur and the Avenue de Suffren to the Champ de Mars, catching a soft evening view of the Eiffel Tower just before sunset.
We enjoyed serene views in the Champ de Mars, just as I had done in the morning.
Yesterday's lovely evening view of the Eiffel Tower, from the Champ de Mars. |
I made a mental note of the sound of the parrot's cry, so that I might listen for it as I walk through the Champ de Mars. The apple-green bird was very hard to see when it was sitting in the green foliage of a tree. One reason I saw it was that I happened to be staring up at a space between trees when the parrot flew there.
Another reason I spotted the bird was that I was making myself sit still for a half hour on a park bench yesterday morning. As all bird watchers know, it is amazing what you can see if you simply sit still and remain observant for 30 minutes or more.
So I will try to pause more, to soak it all in.
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Another wonderful report. I enjoy each day with you. Carolyn Decoster
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