Our New Favorite

Yesterday for lunch, Kerry and I ventured out for crepes. Unfortunately, the restaurant I had in mind was closed. So, considering it was a nice day, we settled for a bistro around the corner. As a result, Kerry swore off French food. Her butter soaked ravioli and sausage topped salad was too much for the New Yorker. With that in mind, we opted for an Saturday night Italian meal at La Madonnina - a restaurant that now sits atop our favorite destinations in Paris.

Hidden within the 10th arrondissement, the small, baroc styled eatery oozed friendliness (and, after walking 45 minutes in the rain, our soaked mugs welcomed a smiling face). The crowd was lively. An array of eclectic music enhanced the energetic ambience. Smoking was limited. Best of all, our meal was rich in flavor and full on conversation - especially surrounding what we called the "Cheese Tamborine."

When our server Melany placed the silver dish on our tabel, we were a bit unsure how to proceed. After lifting the lid and noticing the absence of a spoon, we debated using our own or devising another way to top our gnochi with grated parmesan. The stylings of a musical instrument won out. So, with a slight tilt to the front and a tap on the back, we played the container better than Laurie Partridge.

After retiring our "Cheese Tamborine" and finishing our meal, we expressed our delight to both Melany and her counterpart Giovani. Excellent rated food may be easy to find in Paris, but complimenting service is a bit more challenging. So when the two come together, it's something quite special - especially for this casserole lovin' gay boy from Kansas.