Fondue In France

5 03 2010

Yesterday, I touched upon American Fondue and French Fondue.

On Real-French-Crepes-Louvre-Eiffel-Tower-More-Crepes-Day in Paris, it was round about 10pm before we made it back to the area of our Hotel.
We had walked a good 15 miles that day (from the Grand Opera section, to the above  mentioned P.O.I., Metro back) and were famished.
By this point, my tolerance of the French had diminished greatly*.

Settling on a cafe around the corner from our hotel, we pushed through as much of the menu as two-Americans-who-hadn’t-really-used-French-since-1995 could.
On the menu, I saw bourguignonne fondue, which I knew from Melting Pot to be yummy.
Not feeling de poisson ou de poulet, I opted for something I knew. And some French Beer.
In about 10 minutes, the waiter brought out a plate of meat and veggies.
Steve’s salad came and went. No fondue.
Steve’s entree came.
Excuse-moi, fondue?“, I asked the waiter.
He looks at my plate of raw meat and the empty table, “ils n’ont pas d’être fini?” (they didn’t bring that over yet?)
And shortly there after, I had a bubbling pot of hot oil.  Said pot damn near caught the table on fire- FLAME ON.

Accustomed to how we roll in the US, I popped the pieces of meat into the oil.
The Nice French Lady next to me nearly choked on her salad.
“NON! NON! NON!”, she exclaimed, laughing. “Pousser la vache! Pousser ici! Ici!” (“Push the cow! Push here! Here!”, she really did say “Pousser la vache”. t’was awesome.) as she skewed my beef onto a tong and placed it in the oil.
Eyes wide, “OOOOOHHHHHH! je vois! C’est tres different! Merci!” (“Oh, I see! This is very different! Thanks!”)

After filling up on fondue, the Very Nice French People next to us had fun playing “who can extinguish the hellfire of this fondue pot!?” with us before we put a plate on the flame and laughed, knowing we were out of danger.
* Upcoming post, the difference between Nice French People and the Vast Majority of France.




6 responses

5 03 2010

We have fondue once a year (a new years eve tradition). I carry this over from my childhood. When I was a kid, though, I always assumed that Fondue was Chinese. I’m not sure why.

Anyway, when we make it at home, I use stock because I don’t want a pot full of boiling oil around the kids. The pot full of boiling stock is bad enough. This was the first year we’ve tried it with the kids (they’re 8 and 10 now). It actually worked out pretty good. I was worried they’d stab each other with the forks, but they held back.

Fondue in France sounds like fun. I don’t know any French, personally, so I’d probably come across as a bastard American barbarian. That might make me surly and resentful of the people. I’d need to travel with a translator. Hmm… come to think of it, that’s not a bad idea. I just need someone who speaks French to come along. Maybe I’ll tell one of my kids, if you learn a language, I will take you there.

Could be a good incentive! (I better start saving now – might be headed for Japan).

5 03 2010
S. Le

What a fantastic experience. It’s a wonder the woman didn’t just slap you for desecrating your fondue!

5 03 2010

I’d love to go to France someday – despite “The Vast Majority of France” 🙂

6 03 2010
Dennis the Vizsla

This reminds me of the “Pernod” scene from the movie Gotcha

8 03 2010
Stephanie of Stopbouncing

writerdood: I would not be at all surprised if fondue did originate someplace other than France/Switzerland/Wherever. Love the “if you speak it, we’ll go!”… will be added to the eventual’s repitiore.

S.le: Right?! Given the previous experiences with the French, I half expected a face full of hot oil.

Jill: France is great, the French (on the whole), well, not so great.

Dennis/Jim: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

10 03 2010
Dennis the Vizsla

It’d be too hard to explain. Rent Gotcha, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the Pernod scene when it comes up. Plus you get to see Anthony Edwards when he was young and had hair.

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