So That's What Beef Tartare is

As predicted, we could not find the restaurant we passed on our walk, instead going into a crowded place in the Marais, not far from our hotel. Now, when I travel, I try to eat something new or order a dish I would not normally try in Amercia. Such was the case as I tried Beef Tartare tonight. We started with a tomato mozzerella salad that was dripping in delicious oil - so imagine my surprise when the raw beef arrived. My first thought was, oh, my friend M would not stand for this at all. It may be something they eat in France, but alas, I could not handle it. Thank God for the wine and the profiteroles. Those were worth everything else. My mother has never had that dessert and something tells me she'll be making them for Alfred. One thing is certain, my father would look at the main dish and say, "What the hell is this?"