The Iconic French Knives I’d Climb the Alps For

I’m in a lamplit tavern in Chambéry, France—it’s actually
called the Café de Lyon, but my brain is in a time zone six hours
behind, so let’s say it’s that tavern from Beauty and the
Beast. The one where Gaston sings about decorating with antlers.
Except we’re drinking very fancy red wine and I’m scraping
marrow from a halved bone with a
steak knife
, spreading it deliriously across a piece of bread
that yields in just-baked sublimity.

Our guides, Alex and Francoise, are teaching us how to do the
French sign for ‘you’ve had one bottle of Bordeaux too many,’
twisting a fisted hand in front of their noses, and laughing at our
attempts.

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Source: FS – All – Food – News
The Iconic French Knives I’d Climb the Alps For