{"id":13624,"date":"2012-02-16T20:51:13","date_gmt":"2012-02-16T20:51:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.widmann.org.uk\/?p=5114"},"modified":"2012-02-16T20:51:13","modified_gmt":"2012-02-16T20:51:13","slug":"chez-l-savoyard-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/chez-l-savoyard-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Chez l&#039; Savoyard"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/viralbus\/6887877833\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7054\/6887877833_2f55ae1f62_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\"><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/viralbus\/6887877833\/\">Chez l&#8217; Savoyard<\/a><br \/>\nOriginally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/viralbus\/\">viralbus<\/a><br \/>\n<\/span>\n<\/div>\n<p>For the past three days I&#8217;ve been working at a French company in <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Champs-sur-Marne\">Champs-sur-Marne<\/a>, a Parisian suburb.  Every day we&#8217;ve gone for lunch at a local restaurant, and it&#8217;s been a pleasant experience every time.<\/p>\n<p>Today we went to quite a special place, <i>Chez l&#8217; Savoyard<\/i> in the historical centre of Champs-sur-Marne.<\/p>\n<p>At first I thought it was just a traditional little pub and restaurant.<\/p>\n<p>However, when the owner spotted me, he shouted &#8220;Il est nouveau!&#8221; and rushed over to shake my hand, saying &#8220;Mon fils s&#8217;appelle Thomas aussi.&#8221;  (He quickly forgot, though, and started calling me <i>l&#8217;anglais<\/i> instead!!!)<\/p>\n<p>We then sat down at a table, and one of my temporary colleagues went into the kitchen to find out what was on the menu, while one of the others fetched a bottle of white wine in the bar and grabbed a bottle of cr\u00e8me de cassis from another table.<\/p>\n<p>There were four starters to choose from &ndash; eggs mayonnaise, herring salad, charcuterie and salad Parisienne &ndash; but there was only one main course on offer: <i>cuisse de canard<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>We didn&#8217;t have to cook the food ourselves, but the starters were served by another customer who happened to be near the kitchen at that time.<\/p>\n<p>The food was lovely, though &ndash; the mayonnaise was homemade, very runny and mustardy, and the duck leg was perfectly cooked.<\/p>\n<p>After each course, we carried the dirty dishes back to the kitchen ourselves.<\/p>\n<p>Because it was my first time there, the owner made us a special dessert &ndash; some sort of ice cream with meringue served together with a slice of custard pie.  To show that I had sussed the system, I carried our dirty plates back to the kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>We paid \u20ac12.50 (\u00a310.37) each.  Funnily enough, we didn&#8217;t have to work the till ourselves.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t miss <i>Chez l&#8217; Savoyard<\/i> next time you&#8217;re in Champs-sur-Marne!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chez l&#8217; Savoyard Originally uploaded by viralbus For the past three days I&#8217;ve been working at a French company in Champs-sur-Marne, a Parisian suburb. Every day we&#8217;ve gone for lunch at a local restaurant, and it&#8217;s been a pleasant experience every time. Today we went to quite a special place, Chez l&#8217; Savoyard in the historical centre of Champs-sur-Marne. At first I thought it was just a traditional little pub and restaurant. However, when the owner spotted me, he shouted &#8220;Il est nouveau!&#8221; and rushed over to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[159,106,162,135],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13624","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-en","category-fooddrink","category-fr","category-review"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13624"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13624\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}