The company had previously fitted out this place and subsequently knew the owner and the chef.
This bakery is just full of delicious food. All the staff are French and it has a lovely, overseas feel about it.
Anyway, as we were eating lunch, the chef came out to say hello to us. I have not met him before. He is French and very friendly with the females.
After he introduced himself to me (gave me the old palm tickling hand shake) he then brought over a place of freshly made macaroons for us to have. He went through the fillings of each colour with great detail and kept saying things like "Linda, only you and I can share this yellow one for it is for lovers" and "one bite of this chocolate one and you will feel like you are walking with me down the Champs-Elysees" and other things. I was laughing about all this (as was bossman and wife). It was fun seeing a flagrantly flirting Frenchman at work.
His accent was just lovely and he oozed all the charm of a Frenchman despite the fact he looked like a giant turtle, only the shell was on his front (stomach). But you know, it was all in good fun and as we left he actually kissed my hand twice and I had to kind of wrestle it back. Plus, I bought a box of the macaroons because I am telling you they were unbelievably delicious.
The next day my boss told me that the French chef had asked for my phone number as he wanted to get to know me better. My boss said that he would ask me first as he was not at liberty to give out my number freely. I think he chose not to tell him I was married in case it affected future work projects.
I felt rather flattered until my boss said "I hate to burst your bubble of ego, but he is like that with all the females".
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Let me enjoy the moment," I said.
Later on I told my husband what had transpired and he said that my boss can give his number to the French chef.
He will tell him what he can do with his macaroons.
Having said that, it did not stop him from eating a few of the ones I brought home.
Ciao
LC
so that is what it takes hmmmm?
ReplyDeleteRJ: Yes, a plate of macaroons will allow someone to kiss my hand - twice.
ReplyDeleteyour husband should have taken the number so you could get hooked up with more macaroons! i loooove them.
ReplyDeleteIHTW:Oh, great. Pimped out for macaroons!
ReplyDeleteI love them too and cannot stop thinking about when I can get some more - from a different bakery though.
Oh, I love those things. I had them for the first time when I went to Switzerland 20 years ago.
ReplyDeleteI agree - give him your number so you can get more macaroons.
Harriet: I suppose I could endure the odd hand kiss if the hand held a few of those macaroons. In particular the yellow ones. And the chocolate ones.
ReplyDeleteha ha ha ha ha!!!
ReplyDeleteWell I don't care about the ulterior motives, it is still nice to be flirted with and fed food!
Funny about the macaroons, over here they do not come with a frosting color on the outside, they are just round shapes of coconut shredded and held together somehow without any outside coating like that. They ARE delicious though!
Glad you had a good day!
Struggling Topiary: I know the macaroons you speak of. We have them too. Maybe these ones are the European style and reserved for those who can cook them properly.
ReplyDeleteAny excuse to eat sugar.
Am with you on the being fed and flirted with. One day I will be spoon fed in a nursing home and patronised. So bring on the Frenchy anytime.