Dinner at La Récréation was a success. The warm evening allowed us to sit outside in the ‘playground’ which provides a more relaxed ambience than the classroom. The lobster ravioli lived up to its reputation, and my sea bass in a champagne sauce was sublime.
We were on best behaviour in our elegant surroundings until the desserts arrived. Paul had ordered a trilogy of glaces encased in chocolate. One of the items on the glass dish reminded me of a Scotch Egg. Apparently it was a sorbet encased in chocolate and Breton sand.
As Paul energetically tackled the hard chocolate on one of the glaces it suddenly pirouetted through the air, rolled along the ground and ended up at the feet of the other diners. Paul jumped up and recovered the pudding in seconds but by this time Kat, Tom and me were just crying with laughter, totally incapable of continuing with our meal. I think the expression “you’d laugh to see a pudding roll” is more than pertinent on this occasion.
|old school desk in corner of the playground|