Day 4: Bordeaux – L’Entrecôte, Modern Art and Pub

Bordeaux’s beautiful Water Mirror aka miroir d’eau (more info below)

Bordeaux’s Stock Exchange Building

[you can listen to the song above while reading this haha. Clem and i love it.]

I faltered today and had my first packet of Maggi mee. Despite all the amazing food i’ve been having, i just really needed my chili fix you know? It’s so comforting to have spicy salty soup especially when i wake up – which is when i usually have curry laksa, or chicken rice and soup. I’m carrying around the packet of chili powder Chelle gave me like a typical Asian. (It’s something that would appear on a YouTube vid: Shit Asians do overseas.) The maggi soup is even better during the chilly mornings. Weather here is not what i expected. I asked Clem whether a typical summer is like this and he said, “NO. This is weird. This is not summer!” Mornings are a chilly and rainy 16°C, before the sun comes out intermittently from lunch time to 8pm. When the sun’s out, it’s practically hot, but the moment it goes behind a cloud and the wind starts blowing… i’m grappling for my jacket.

Clem and i had a really nice day out together. For lunch we went to L’Entrecôte and i was SO EXCITED. It’s one of my favourite restaurants IN THE WORLD. I wrote about it before *HERE*. We didn’t have to queue as long as last time, but still waited about 20 minutes. I was so excited, holding my stomach, and telling Clem, “This is gonna be one of the HAPPIEST DAYS of my life!”

L’Entrecôte serves steak frites and nothing else for mains. We ordered ours blue and rare. All the pieces are finely hand cut by a man who does that all day, and they come drenched in the most sinful butter sauce. It was so good… i’m salivating looking at this picture again and may ask Clem to take me back there again the day before i leave Bordeaux.

Read this

Bordeaux: Eat, Sleep, Drink.

Having been born in Paris but grown up in Bordeaux,
Clem was sure to return to the latter city to see his friends and spend some time in his old house.
Famed for its production in wine,
we took a walk around Bordeaux city for me to get a lookfeel of the place.

Poor Mickey trying to earn some money for Christmas by selling animal balloons.

Took a long walk by the river.
The only way Clem got me to walk the whole stretch was by promising me a nice Irish pub (meaning Guinness!) at the end of it.
So now you know.
Want Joyce to walk somewhere, bribe her with Guinness at the end of it.
Like a donkey and a carrot.

People here perfect the art of hugging themselves to keep warm while cycling.

Clem was really excited to show me his home town,
so it was quite cute.
He even took me to see his business college which i ooh-ed and aah-ed at 

Grafitti on the sides of a skate park across his business school.

The shopping street in Bordeaux looks even more beautiful at night.

my polka dot cardi from Baci

Went home to a family dinner
(we’ve been having lots of family meals but i love it cos we’re inside, it’s warm, his family is crazy therefore very entertaining, and i prefer home-cooked to restaurant any day!)

My first time trying raw foie gras. It’s sublime…
(though i’m still very torn on the moral aspects of eating it >.<)

Didier + Dom

Serge cutting the salmon we were having for our main course.

God i love eating here.
There was an occasion i was eating a particular cheese which marveled my taste buds,
turned to Flore, Clem’s sister, and said, “Why would Clem moved away from France?!”
while gesticulating at the fromage wildly.

I just cannot fathom it,
why would anyone leave this food?!?!
In fact, why should *i* leave this food…