This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012. Every moment was spent eating and one post wasn’t enough. It’s now a short novel. Kidding. I hope.
On this trip, I was looking for an authentic French dining experience, some real protein to offset my subsistence on baguette and beurre. I consistently read that Chez Dumonet in the 6th arrondisement was the place to go. So I decided to start my trip right and made a reservation for my first full day in the city.

Grand Marnier Soufflé



