marr-MOHT / marmot
Attempted to get lunch at a Chinese noodle place around Les Halles this afternoon, but they were closed between lunch and dinner, so we instead went to a raclette / fondue place called Les Marmottes. You wouldn’t think the French would go all in on theming around a big rodent, but this place was definitely going the distance, with encyclopedia-worthy photos around the walls and a man-sized stuffed marmot in a ski lift up above the back dining room.
Never mind that, the fondue was tremendous. I got a little jealous of the giant table next to us that had two giant things of fondue in the middle of the table and a raclette at either end, each holding a giant wheel of cheese. H and I couldn’t do that alone probably. We barely took down a single fondue.
But if there’s ever a full-on trip to Paris, I’m booking one of those big tables.