Among with the invasion of hamburgers, Sunday brunch has taken Paris by storm the last few years.
Coco (here demonstrating the ivy and laurel leaves climbing up Paris' original lamp posts in her neighborhood) invited me to join her and other bloggers at Hotel Fouquet's brand new Brunch service at the Barrière.
And I invited Janice. The Hotel is on 46 Avenue Georges V a few steps away from the Champs-Élysées 75008
Bear insisted on the grand tour before we brunched.
A splendidly landscaped terrace awaits if you're in the mood to eat out doors.
As do barbecue chefs wait to take your order...
And deliver it to you hot off the grill (I want to say 'barbie' for the Aussies out there...)
Other chefs are waiting to make you fresh pancakes with bacon and syrup. Janice dived in, being from Canada.
I was saving myself for the Mediterranean feast in the other room. There are at least 3 buffets if not more.
First asparagus of the season !
Artichokes in France are the best. I love the extra long stems.
A Lebanese feast was calling my name. I have to buy fresh Tabouleh and hummus at the Sunday Bastille marché every week. I've become addicted.
All kinds of cooked meats and Morel mushrooms!
My plate. I tried not to totally make a fool of myself but still...
Bear did make a fool of himself over the raspberry fool.
This is Janice's dessert plate.
I was admiring this gorgeous cake, but one doesn't like to take the first slice and ruin the symmetry does one? So I abstained from dessert believe it or not.
Chef Charles Ducrazet and his team created this fabulous giant chocolate egg-birdhouse, but they weren't slicing that up either...
Here are some other intriguing chocolate eggs around town: Puyricard went all out with a gold-leafed giant egg (how many kilos is this one is?) with a Pont Neuf landscape etched into it.
Dalloyau had an egg-like white chocolate gateau in their windows yesterday filled with fresh strawberries.
I'm still in love with Dalloyau's giant strawberry, carrot and Spring pea eggs but I made do with their mini eggs filled with raspberry and apricot. Heartbreaking the choices one has to make...
I'm mad for this witty chocolate cloche/bell of Alain Ducasse placed under a bell jar. All at the brand new Ducasse chocolate shop recently opened in the 6th, 26, rue St. Benoit a step away from Café Flore.
These eggs are NOT filled with little chocolate fish/friture. Instead they are called 'feuilleté' and have different layers of dark chocolate, feuillantine and praline - very unusual indeed.
Post-brunch Janice and I wished we had run the Paris Marathon earlier but instead ambled down the Champs-Élysées and through the Tuilleries almost all the way home. Still I'd jump at the chance of another Sunday brunch at Hotel Fouquet Barrière.