A month ago or so, a multi-lingual, multi-cultural, multi-backgrounded but fiercely rooted SoPi denizen (as the Bobo's call this area) suggested we go to Flesh. I had no idea the chef would be American, or that he passed through Spring and Frenchie's, or cooked genuine slow and low meats. But I was soon to find out as we rediscovered today. If you'll look at the right bottom of the first photo you'll see an ardoise declaring that "The Sun is inside" - a reminder that after a week, make that three, make that a year, the sun had risen, the rain disappeared and Spring had sprung.
So we set out. Colette ordered the healthiest things, a chicken thigh with root veggies, our Scots-French friend had the mid-healthy brisket with fries with garlic and I had the (probably) most heart-clogging - pork spare ribs with regular fries.
At some point our gracious host, Chef Lewis, came in and dropped by, and chatted and we learned he will soon be opening another place on the upper Canal St Martin; he said he will have have much more room for curing and storing meat; at some point we ordered and scarfed down his incredibly delicious apple/cocoa and walnut cake and a brownie (molten inside) with whipped cream. We bid him good bye and saw him load up a s**t-load of BBQ on his motorcycle to take to his friends lunching in the new Martin Luther King Park, adjacent to one of our favorite restaurants - Coretta
The bill, for three, with a bottle and 2 glasses of a lovely Rioja, no bottled water, not so great bread and 3 coffees, was 107.60, thus 71.72 E a couple for a hellofa meal.