tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085432455792032499.post4437212047348234357..comments2022-11-08T04:26:46.346-08:00Comments on Pouké’s kitchen: my French onion soupPOUKÉhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03506048072826776276noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085432455792032499.post-78195892949395162022010-02-15T10:53:41.794-08:002010-02-15T10:53:41.794-08:00When I was 15 and in Paris for the second time (fi...When I was 15 and in Paris for the second time (first was at the tender age of 5) my mother sang the praises of the onion soup at Les Halles. Much to our dismay she shoved my brother and me unceremoniously out the hotel door at 5 a.m. one morning. Map in hand, we stumbled through the gloomy streets and made our way there. <br />It was worth it. Have never forgotten the taste of the gooey cheese and sharp onions swimming in broth.Juanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680788351467446609noreply@blogger.com