Once again I would like so much to thank M. Rousseau for all the insight he has for Americaine politicks. Enough deep thinking, eh? Now we are back to good fun.
May I introduce my dear friend François-Marie Arouet. But he become so very angry when you call him with his girl names, so he likes better “Voltaire!” Say, hello to all my reading friends, Voltaire.
I translate for him. He says hello.
We are going to the great French landmark, Le Château Blanc, a famous restaurant and it is the home of the French delicacy, “Le Glisseur!” How shall I describe? Not so easy, my friends. Imagine, if you will, a petite pâté of the finest boeuf, or what you call “steer.” It is set with many fine herbs and plants between the puffy buns and put en masse — for you must eat many at once — into “le sac blanc.” How do I do, M. Voltaire? It is good description, yes?
I translate for him. He says oh yes yes very apt very vivid.
Come at once with us, M. Voltaire the Bust and me, Saint-Just the Bust, to Le Château Blanc in Paris the next time you suffer — I do not know the English — “les peu de douleurs de faim.” What do you say, Monsieur…?
Eh? M. Voltaire says “les munchies.”
Ho ho! You old rogue, François-Marie!
Filed under: Cuisine, French, Literature, My Friends, Paris | Tagged: Les Glisseurs, munchies, sliders, Voltaire, White Castle
