La Grande Epicerie de Paris
Thirty Euros? For a few chunks of ham? That seems a bit high. The man in the jaunty suede jacket and the casually woven scarf stroked his chin and pondered the situation. There are, after all, starving people in Africa. How can one justify a 30-Euro bite of ham? And without a flinch, the packet of 30-Euro ham went into the grocery cart, a la Mary Tyler Moore in the opening credits of her 1970’s TV show. A rolling of the eyes. The onward movement of the shopping cart.
The man in the jaunty suede jacket and the casually woven scarf was me, and I had just arrived at La Grande Epicerie de Paris – the gourmet food hall adjacent to the Bon Marché department store in the 7th, (metro Sevres-Babylone).
I love tarama (a sort of creamy fish paste that is spread on bread or crackers), and at la Grand Epicerie, they must have at least two dozen varieties. The foie gras “island” is a highlight, and one can select a modest portion of terrine de foie gras or blow the twins’ college fund on a huge lobe of entier de foie gras. Likewise, the truffle department. You don’t want to shop here when you’re hungry! In the prepared foods department, they have everything from (very good) Chinese to Indian curries to bratwursts and anything else you can imagine.
In addition to the foie gras, fleur de sel, tarama, Camembert cheese, Bordier butter, balsamic vinegar, extra virgin olive oil and the like, I bought three gorgeous lamb chops at the butcher department. (The butcher deftly and swiftly removed the fat and hacked off the extra bone.) And they cost less than 6 Euros (about $8). Meat is a bargain in France. Those lamb chops in the U.S. would have cost at least $15 in a grocery store and $35 at a decent restaurant. Meat, cheese, wine and dog food are all bargains in France. (They do love their dogs here. Hence, the price of dog food is absurdly low compared to the U.S.)
I brought those lamb chops home and marinated them in mustard, olive oil and a pinch of ground herbs de Provence. Then, I sautéed them in a hot skillet with a tablespoon of olive oil for about a minute and a half per side to render them medium rare. Served with some gooey mashed potatoes the consistency of Elmer’s glue and a salad of mesclun, lardons (bacon “matchsticks”), radishes & cherry tomatoes in a homemade vinaigrette, well, it was a splendid meal that cost a fraction of what I’d have spent in a restaurant. Economizing in France can be fun and delicious.
La Grande Epicerie de Paris
38, rue de Sevres
75007 Paris
Casually woven scarf? The weaver was lying down? S/he just happened to be playing with some thread and.. whoops! they somehow turned themselves into a scarf? Wow! I must see that. And some jamon iberico de bellota. Please.
Posted by: Kirsten Foster | Apr 29, 2024 at 09:19 AM
this is dreadful writing. bellota bellota is not the finest ham in the world. it's the name of a restaurant. and jamon iberico de bellota certainly doesn't come packaged in chunks. tarama is not a "creamy fish paste." how a jacket can be jaunty i have no idea. writing should be written by writers.
Posted by: Jut Klein | Apr 30, 2024 at 01:13 AM
If Jut Klein thinks that writing should be done by writers, he or she should know that a sentence begins with a capital letter and a sentence doesn't begin with a conjunction
Also, perhaps he or she should also get a life and realise this a blog and not literature.
Sorry to be picky but life is too short.
Well done, Richard! you have conveyed the spirit of La Grand Epicerie beautifully. It will certainly be on my list of places to visit on my next Paris sojourn.
Posted by: Philip Chetham | Apr 30, 2024 at 08:44 AM
Oh come on. Don't be so hard on Richard. He loves to tell stories and he's got lots of them. I edited his post a bit and added pictures and links and my friends loved it!
Posted by: Donna Morris | Apr 30, 2024 at 11:17 AM