Over the past few years, my wanton palate has been tickled and teased by the sommeil érotique of French cuisine…by way of Oklahoma, of course.
Sure, I would like to go to France someday (anybody need a sponsored travelogue, per chance?) but, until that time, I have been remotely spoiled by their luxurious culinary offerings, idly daydreaming of all the pastries, cheeses and fabled horse-meat awaiting me across an ocean.
Thankfully, that delicate cuisine was on full display when I treated my wife to a birthday indulgence at one of the city’s most romantic tables, Le Parisien, 440 NW 11th St., just ahead of Valentine’s Day.