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Biography & Autobiography. Cooking & Food. Travel. Nonfiction. HTML:In Paris for a weekend visit, Elizabeth Bard sat down to lunch with a handsome Frenchman--and never went home again. Was it love at first sight? Or was it the way her knife slid effortlessly through her pavé au poivre, the steak'spink juices puddling into the buttery pepper sauce? LUNCH IN PARIS is a memoir about a young American woman caught up in two passionate love affairs--one with her new beau, Gwendal, the other with French cuisine. Packing her bags for a new life in the world's most romantic city, Elizabeth is plunged into a world of bustling open-air markets, hipster bistros, and size 2 femmes fatales. She learns to gut her first fish (with a little help from Jane Austen), soothe pangs of homesickness (with the rise of a chocolate soufflé) and develops a crush on her local butcher (who bears a striking resemblance to Matt Dillon). Elizabeth finds that the deeper she immerses herself in the world of French cuisine, the more Paris itself begins to translate. French culture, she discovers, is not unlike a well-ripened cheese-there may be a crusty exterior, until you cut through to the melting, piquant heart. Peppered with mouth-watering recipes for summer ratatouille, swordfish tartare and molten chocolate cakes, Lunch in Paris is a story of falling in love, redefining success and discovering what it truly means to be at home. In the delicious tradition of memoirs like A Year in Provence and Under the Tuscan Sun, this book is the perfect treat for anyone who has dreamed that lunch in Paris could change their l… (more)
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The second half of the book delves deeper into what it really means to live in another country. I really enjoyed Bard's insight into managing relationships with in-laws ( on both sides), forming truly meaningful new friendships, sadly navigating the health care system, and making career decisions. Her careful, detailed look at the differences between the two cultures not only made me appreciate France more, it taught me a little bit more of what it means to be an American.
This was a fun, easy read with more meat on its bones than I expected.
Included at the end of every chapter are a few recipes and the few that I've made have turned out very well.
A good book and good food. Double yum!
I am sure many of us have been nervous about meeting a significant other's family, but I could not imagine a trial by edible fire. Love is indeed the stuff of bloody meat and smelly cheese in France, and for an American girl looking for a love to last, she will face many obstacles on her way to sitting at that table. The relationship is chronicled by food, but not in an overbearingly obvious manner; particular dishes make appearances in each chapter the same way a beloved cousin or grown-up sibling pops in to say hello. Like the food itself, these eating rituals (along with family and social etiquette) add texture and culture in a way that fascinates Bard and also makes her wonder what her true role is and where her place in the world lies. Bard struggles with her identity as an individual - the person she always planned on being has not just made a right turn, but at times, the road to that very definite vision has disappeared completely. Mix that in with moderate discussions of U.S. vs French viewpoints on everything from grocery shopping to career planning, it is little wonder that Bard did not flee for the kindness of her homebase of New York City at times.
Particularly poignant to me on a personal level are recollections of her father and commentary on her mother. Like Bard's, my parents are divorced, and very often, I caught myself nodding in agreement when she made certain observations. The good thing about being an adult is that you start seeing your parents as people; the bad thing is that you start seeing them as people. It's a catch-22 that is confounded further by painful memories.
This book is wonderfully written, although things get tied up rather quickly in the end. I would recommend it for any woman looking for a good 'real' love story that's built on equal parts of frustration, adjustment and compassion. Anyone who has every felt out of step, out of time or like a stranger in a place they love will connect with it. Of course, any cook will appreciate it, too - I got my copy from the library, but I plan on purchasing my own copy for the amazing recipes alone.
Elizabeth Bard is an aspiring writer/museum curator doing graduate work in London when she meets Gwendal on a trip to Paris. It only takes a
At first things are confusing, but wonderful as she explores the local markets & begins to become part of her surroundings. Yet things are also frustrating & Ms. Bard is clear-eyed about the subtle and not so subtle differences between the way Americans and the French view life, work and the world in general. However, she is determined to stick it out in France and ultimately carves her own third way to fulfillment & happiness.
For anyone who has had the dream of living in France, this is the book for you.
Lunch in Paris is exactly like the
The parts of Elizabeth’s experience that really spoke to me though, are the ones that go beyond the romantic ideal she seemed to be living. These are the stories about her struggles to build a new life – a stranger in a strange land. Her accounts of the loneliness she felt, how difficult it was to make friends, her attempts to understand French women’s nuanced attitudes toward food and body image, her integration into a new family. All told with an honesty that is inviting, an optimism that is inspiring, and a graceful wisdom that instructs.
The method of sharing her experiences in vignettes can sometimes feel a little choppy, simply because they can make the reader feel like there are parts of the story that are missing and you don’t want to miss one second of this engaging tale. The overall structure of the book is a success though – it is narrative and reads like a novel, but includes recipes at the end of each chapter that pair perfectly with the theme of what preceded.
When Bard was a graduate student in England (art history), she took a weekend trip to Paris, where she met and had lunch with a Frenchman. And the rest, as they say, is history.
This is a charming memoir where Bard explores the many differences between French and
On the whole, an enjoyable, fast read.