You have to love a fondue restaurant that serves its wine in BABY BOTTLES. It may not be elegant but it sure is a novelty. Yes, I am totally serious, you read me right: baby bottles. Last night I went to Le Refuge des Fondues on rue des Trois Frères in the 18th (not far from Metro Abbesses and the foot of Sacre Coeur) with assorted blogger friends, old and new.
The food is average, the wine comes in two flavors (red and white), and the waiters have personalities which completely defy description. If they seat you on the benches against the walls, you have to climb over (or step on) the tables to get to your seat (I opted for a seat on the aisle, knowing how accident-prone I can be!) And apparently there is a practical reason for the bottles; it saves the establishment some kind of imposed city tax they'd have to pay PER STEMMED WINE GLASS otherwise. These French, you have to admire their creativity when it comes to getting around the tax man; it's a real art form.
Of course I forgot my camera, so this evidence inadmissible in court photo is coming to you courtesy of Sam-formerly-de-Bretagne, whose new private blog I will not link to, as Sam is in some kind of witness protection program. Or maybe not, and she just wants her privacy. Which I totally respect.
And yes that's yours truly on the right with Katia of the world-renowned Katia and Kyliemac Podcast (where they will no doubt be discussing this outing in raunchy detail in a future cast). As other photos come in, I may steal share them. I seem to be getting lazier with my blogging of late, what with wedding plans in the foreground of my mind all the time. Which is why it was so great to have a crazy night out with some of the funnest (is that a word?) people I know in Paris.
