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Another couple have taken a nearby table and they are paying attention until they can get a word in, which is to say, they are prospective club members checking out the club members to decide whether it's safe to join the club.

We pass I guess because we meet Sandra Prescott from Suwannee in Florida – a 'City of the Week' if I ever heard of one! – and Sanford Roberts, from Eminence, Kentucky. Dennis says, "I had a grandfather who lived in Arkansas!"

A geographical precision is supplied by Sandra. "Suwannee is at the mouth of the Suwannee River." When I look slightly befuddled by this she adds, "It's about 70 miles west of Gainesville." To make it absolutely clear Sanford says Stephan Foster, who wrote 'My Old Kentucky Home,' also wrote 'Swannee River,' which is from the first line of 'Old Folks At Home.'

It means that this week's 'City of the Week' has a state song about it, one that Ray Charles took a hit off. Meanwhile, Sandra and Sanford are telling us about their barge in the shipyard on the Marne someplace. Dennis or course is very interested, noting that absent member Dimitri happens to be visiting the Barge–Lady today.

photo, solo pastis of the weekCloseup of the pastis of the week.

I miss a lot of the barge talk because Marion is telling me that Europe–Park has the world's best roller coasters because the park is really the R&D location of the world's biggest roller coaster manufacturer. She says people drive down from Hamburg early on Saturdays to get in at 8:00 for a full weekend of roller coasting. The things one learns at the club!

Then Sanford tells us about the pickpockets. As he was getting on the Métro somebody said 'tickets' and he glanced towards the platform, while someone in the wagon snitched his wallet out of a front pocket, and zipped out the door as it was closing, and scooted as the train left the station. Sanford's advice – "Ignore anybody who shouts 'ticket!s" He adds, "Paris' pickpockets are the best too!"

Dennis says, "My granfather in Arkansas told me..." But it is not all joking – Sanford has a serious question for the club's secretary – "Who moved Napolean's son from wherever he was to beside Napoleon at the Invalides?"

While I hopelessly mull this over, for a major 'first' Sandra gives us her recipe for 'how to fry an alligator.'

photo, empty cafe of the week That was the cafˇ of the week.

1.– Shoot the alligator
2.– If it's not dead you'll find out
3.– Cut the tail off
4.– Skin the tail carefully
5.– Slice it up in inch thick pieces
6.– Mix up some flour, salt, pepper and cream
7.– Roll the pieces around in it
8.– Deep fry in vegetable oil

Dennis asks, "How long?"

9.– Until it's done
10.– Serve hot, 8 gatorbites per person

The concept is not the easiest to grasp. Sanford says the gator tail pieces are "Like porkchops."

Sandra says alligator actually tastes a bit like Catfish, and adds that Catfish doesn't taste like it used to. She says folks don't like to admit they eat gator, "But they do."

My last notes do not mention the waiter getting nervous when we all troop outside for the 'Photo of the Week' but he did, and they say nothing about why I noted 'Hog Island' in the margin, but I do remember Sanford saying that his barge sports a lot of John Deere flags, and as he leisurely floats through canals farmers in their fields salute the flags.

Apparently Dennis' grandfather in Arkansas had no opinion about barging past a lot of farmers in Europe.

About the Café Metropole Club

Slightly credible, but every word true in this club meeting 'report. Obviously you may help yourself to a look at the explanation about what's going on, on the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page, for its many morsels of wisdom, titles, sentences, paragraphs, graphics, scribbles and photos.

Who, Why, Where, When, What, How?

Club meetings as these improbable events are called begin at 15:00 every Thursday and continue until 17:00. These times, hammered in steel, are equivalent to 3 pm to 5 pm. Around somewhere else is not where the any meeting will be.

graphic: club location map

Take off a hour, kick off your sandals and waste a whole two hours with other club members pretty much like yourself. True 'firsts' are welcome and real stories will get a sympathetic hearing. Other stories will depend on your skill. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are any listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should by rare chance be written here.*

Caution – should you have the personal mission of remaining unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found' by Web search engines before becoming 'found' tangoing in one of these musicalical club reports.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the wonderful recipe, which is a stupendous 'first' of major consequences.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
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