Regrettably I don't have a picture on hand of the bounty that is the open air market in Paris although I'm sure I've shown a few of them to you in the past. So imagine if you will, stall after stall of luscious salad greens, crispy peppers, carrots in every color, crunchy broccoli, and that's just in the dead of winter. Got that in your head? Good.
Now fast forward to the menu in a typical Parisian restaurant. First course choices: pâté de quelque chose, oysters, coquilles St. Jacques, smoked salmon, potato soup. Main course: a steak, a fish, rack of lamb, or some duck or rabbit, any of them accompanied by three tiny little green beans and potatoes in some form. Notice something? Yeah, what happened to all those vegetables?
I don't eat out a lot but when I do, I've been noticing this same pattern. Maybe there's a salad at lunch (although often it's heaped with meat) but otherwise, the veggies must all be in the witness protection program. Today, the highly rated restaurant where I met a group of ladies offered a complicated set of menu options but the bottom line was this: if you wanted to have the pasta for which the joint is known at a reasonable price, the only thing you could get to go with it was lobster soup or chocolate cake. No joke.
That salad I had for dinner with veggie pizza tasted awfully good.