When I hear the word elegance, I think of castles, voluminous dresses and brightly lit ballrooms. I’ve never really thought of myself or the things I wear as elegant. Probably the closest I ever came was on my wedding day (and when I say that, I’m referring to the only one where I wore a real wedding dress and had my hair done and flowers in my hair…).
The one thing the word did make me think of was dining out at an expensive restaurant. Some restaurants are just overpriced and there’s no real reason for it. But some restaurants are all about setting the mood. I can’t really say the taste of the food warrants the price, but in those circumstances, I suppose it can be justified by the ambiance.
There’s a restaurant about a half hour away from me that looks like it came right out of the French countryside. They always have lights in the trees, and what looks like a castle is nestled off the road in the midst of the trees. It really is elegant. I’ve only been a few times and never on my own dime. They take advantage of their look and serve what I imagine is French cuisine at what I consider a ridiculously high price.
Adelle had the opportunity to go when she was in middle school for her French class (if I remember correctly). I might have had to pay a “small” fee, but it was fun getting all dressed up and going to lunch with her and some of her classmates.
She decided she was going to try everything they put in front of her, but the first thing that came out was escargot. I think she was wishing she could change her mind when I told her what it was. She sat for a few minutes just staring at it on her fork before finally popping it in her mouth. I think I gagged for her.
I honestly can’t remember what she said once she was done. I think it was something along the lines of it wasn’t that bad. I did capture this fantastic picture of the look on her face.
Just her and the snail, staring at each other.