One of the best moments of my life involved Aux Lyonnais. I first had dinner there when I was 12; during the Paris leg of an academic program that had me touring Europe without my parents (probably something not allowed these days, lol). I proceeded to visit Paris over the years, always alone.
My mother had always dreamed of Paris, since she was a little girl, but had never been able to go. My trips were always school- or work-related, otherwise I could never afford such travel. Finally – I in my 30s and she nearing 60 – we visited for a whirlwind ten days.
I showed her everything and we ate as much incredible food and drank as much perfect French wine and champagne that we could handle! We saw the midnight show at the Moulin Rouge and sat for a whole afternoon in the gardens at the Musee Rodin, my favorite of the museums, and between my conversational French and her familiarity with Québécois we spoke with everyone we met, whether they spoke English or not (though most did, lol). She conquered her lifelong fear of heights to go up the Tour Eiffel…
And I got to take her to Aux Lyonnais, a fairy tale place I’d been telling her about for over twenty years. And by then Alain Ducasse owned it! And it was exquisite.
Not long after Mom started to have mobility problems and had to retire early. She always said she wanted to go before she couldn’t fully enjoy it anymore. We must have walked hundreds of miles that week, and she got to see the Cathedral before the fire and the Apollo gallery before the heist. It was kind of like she knew that summer was the moment to really do it, all out.
She’s still battling those health issues, so we haven’t gotten to do anymore such trips (she does the occasional cruise, where she’s happily assigned a wheelchair attendant for the entire week if she needs)…
But I got to take her to Aux Lyonnaise after twenty year and it was perfect. And she got to finally explore her favorite place in the world, after fifty years, at least, and it was her favorite before – based on books and romanticism and little girl dreams that linger, like we all have – and it remains her favorite to this day, even moreso.
@food-journeys: thank you for this video, I was very suddenly hit with so many memories when it showed up in my algorithm: I can almost smell it 😌🇫🇷
Who wants go to London, Paris, Brussels, etc. nowadays? They're zoos! Clean out these zoos and people will return, businesses will be more productive, etc. I lived in Europe on and off for 17 years and can't believe the transformation. As it is, NYC, LA, Chicago, etc. are as bad or worse! DEPORT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
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Jewclaw?
Thats all well and good but the city still reeks of urine
Without the sauce, you're lost.
But you can also get lost in the sauce.
– Gucci Mane
A restaurant with no music playing is my dream
I love Aux Lyonnais. We’ve eaten there twice.
This amazing food makes Elon Musk look poor!
As soon as you said urbs I knew you were talking bollox 😮
Wow. On my list!
Ça semble drôlement succulent! Bonsoir de la Belgique, jeune homme. Bravo ! Votre chaîne a gagné encore une abonnée! 👍
Zhe zhe bubulle deshans thaylbe 350$ sir hahaha
The butter and potatoes looks good but everything else is sus
Pork pork pork…meh
Damn‼️‼️‼️‼️
😂❤
Id just order Ratatouille….
French restaurant serving Mangalica pork? Priceless.
This sounds like that one Key and Peele sketch
Real food and real people – none of that molecular nonsense made by chef's that stroke their own ego. My kind of place.
The French do it right, the brits not so much.
Mouth watering at its maximum here❤
Music in a restaurant? This isnt Disneyland
did you see the stored wine corks in a crown molding on the column??
watch this slowly and see them!
That's nice but I prefer the American McDonald clan of restauranteurs
One of the best moments of my life involved Aux Lyonnais. I first had dinner there when I was 12; during the Paris leg of an academic program that had me touring Europe without my parents (probably something not allowed these days, lol). I proceeded to visit Paris over the years, always alone.
My mother had always dreamed of Paris, since she was a little girl, but had never been able to go. My trips were always school- or work-related, otherwise I could never afford such travel. Finally – I in my 30s and she nearing 60 – we visited for a whirlwind ten days.
I showed her everything and we ate as much incredible food and drank as much perfect French wine and champagne that we could handle! We saw the midnight show at the Moulin Rouge and sat for a whole afternoon in the gardens at the Musee Rodin, my favorite of the museums, and between my conversational French and her familiarity with Québécois we spoke with everyone we met, whether they spoke English or not (though most did, lol). She conquered her lifelong fear of heights to go up the Tour Eiffel…
And I got to take her to Aux Lyonnais, a fairy tale place I’d been telling her about for over twenty years. And by then Alain Ducasse owned it! And it was exquisite.
Not long after Mom started to have mobility problems and had to retire early. She always said she wanted to go before she couldn’t fully enjoy it anymore. We must have walked hundreds of miles that week, and she got to see the Cathedral before the fire and the Apollo gallery before the heist. It was kind of like she knew that summer was the moment to really do it, all out.
She’s still battling those health issues, so we haven’t gotten to do anymore such trips (she does the occasional cruise, where she’s happily assigned a wheelchair attendant for the entire week if she needs)…
But I got to take her to Aux Lyonnaise after twenty year and it was perfect. And she got to finally explore her favorite place in the world, after fifty years, at least, and it was her favorite before – based on books and romanticism and little girl dreams that linger, like we all have – and it remains her favorite to this day, even moreso.
@food-journeys: thank you for this video, I was very suddenly hit with so many memories when it showed up in my algorithm: I can almost smell it 😌🇫🇷
I hate how you do a french accent when you said french words. Its so pretentious
Avoid Paris via city overflowing with crime.
Who wants go to London, Paris, Brussels, etc. nowadays? They're zoos! Clean out these zoos and people will return, businesses will be more productive, etc. I lived in Europe on and off for 17 years and can't believe the transformation. As it is, NYC, LA, Chicago, etc. are as bad or worse! DEPORT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
Brilliant and Beautiful!!!
I love that you cut your meat in a Parisian restaurant with an Opinel knife. That is about a French as French can be.
I am so happy to hear about a chef who still puts his entire soul into making simple and real food, not some
" concept " of foams or swaft of smells…
Simple food is the best food no bistro needed only nonna
I don't think YouTube is supposed to be showing this to my tax bracket
NZ butter.