fandomhigh | International Cuisine | Monday, first period

Class met at Portalocity today, and Hannibal waited until they were gathered. "Good morning. A good bit of what we now think of as Western gourmet cooking is based in French recipes. So, I thought that we would start in France." He nodded to Lottie ~~if she were there~~. "Please stay close once we arrive; Paris is a large and busy city."

The portal dropped them off outside a restaurant; it was late afternoon. Hannibal ushered them all to the end of the colonnade. "These are the gardens of the Palais Royal, the royal palace. Those of you who aren't familiar with France, it hasn't been a monarchy for some time; it now houses some government offices and a library. But as you can see, it is still a lovely view." He smiled. "Today we will be dining at Le Grand Véfour." He read it to them, since the French pronunciation might be strange to some of them. "This restaurant has been here in one form or another for centuries, and is currently helmed by chef Guy Martin. The food is a mixture of traditional and modern French. I expect you to have questions about it; please ask. We're here to understand what we're eating as well as to enjoy it."

And with that, he led them into the restaurant.

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Hannibal smirked. "Monk fish and arugula," he clarified. "I doubt a roasted monk in rocket fuel would taste very good."

"Depends on the rocket," Lottie said. "They've been makin great leaps in food-based fuels. Though I think they'd have to ordain a cow."

"I don't imagine the pope would be interested in that," Hannibal said, grinning. "But I suppose you could always ask."

"He'd be a fool to say no," Lottie said. "Think of all the publicity!"

"Possibly not the type that the church would be looking for," Hannibal pointed out. Although a cow would likely be better behaved than a number of priests.

"They could take it on tours." Sorry, Hannibal, Lottie was not the sort to be discouraged by reality. "All 'round Europe like the travelin shows of old. Come see the Amazin Monk Cow! Cow Monk? Brother Cowdfael! He can interpret the mysteries of the beyond, if only we could unnerstand his mooin."

Hannibal chuckled. "No vow of silence, then?"

"That seems a bit needlessly cruel," Lottie said. "What with the eventual roasting."

"If we're going to eat him, he should be able to complain as much as he likes first?" Hannibal asked.

"It seems only polite."

Hannibal laughed. "It does indeed. I should hate to be rude to my dinner." He gave her a little nod and toasted with his wine glass.

International Cuisine | Monday, first period

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