People often ask me if being married to a chef means he
cooks for me all the time. Truth be told, on his days off he cant be bothered
doing what he does all week. So unless I cook, we venture out for a family meal
with our Hospo Baby.
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| yummy snails! |
One such Monday night when the kitchen couldn’t entice
either of us we visited Ille De France. Ille de France is located on the corner
of Nuffield Street and Remuera Road in Newmarket. We didn’t want to be seen as
the parents who party with a tired tot, so we got there by 6 p.m. for an early
dinner. We were the only patrons at the time, which was an added bonus. The
décor was quintessentially French and the highchair that was brought out for
Hospo baby stuck out like a sore thumb. We ordered the board to share which
came with a pork terrine, duck liver parfait, snails, cured ham and a baguette.
The kind hostess offered to bring Zoya some fish and chips which we turned down
as we wanted her to experience authentic French food. Zoya played along and
even tried the snails, though she never had a second bite! Sid got the rib eye
steak for his main and I got the confit duck, we also got a side of duck fat
potatoes. I tried to complete Hospo Baby’s education by making the appropriate
animal noises to match the meat but was given a dour look from my dining
companions. Nonetheless Hospo Baby’s appetite was not marred by my antics and
she nibbled on our mains and dug into the chips.
We made the cardinal mistake of stuffing ourselves too much
and didn’t have any room for dessert. Well we will just have to go back – à
bientot Ille de France
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| Ille de France |
Fast food is a very tempting option when you have a young
one and you are on the go. We have managed to stay away from McDonalds and KFC,
Hospo Baby can explore them on her own in the years to come. Burger Fuel is the
exception. We often end up going to the mall and our mall boasts a Burger Fuel.
Hospo baby got her first taste of a burger in their kid’s meal. Although the
cheeseburger was a bit of a challenge to stuff into her little mouth, she loved
it. The juice and fries kept her little mouth busy while we ate our combos. I
ordered the motobites; pumpkin, carrot and chickpea balls crumbed and fried.
Zoya was intrigued by their shape and devoured them as well.
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| Motobites |
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| BURGER!! |
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| I can share my fries with you... |
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| Maybe I wont share... |
Whether it is fast food or French cuisine, Hospo Baby is
keen to try it all. As I write this we are off to challenge her taste buds by
taking her on the biggest food adventure of the year- Taste Auckland in
Victoria Park. Will be sure to keep you posted.
The kind hostess offered to bring Zoya some fish and chips which we turned down
as we wanted her to experience authentic French food. Zoya played along and
even tried the snails, though she never had a second bite! Sid got the rib eye
steak for his main and I got the confit duck, we also got a side of duck fat
potatoes. I tried to complete Hospo Baby’s education by making the appropriate
animal noises to match the meat but was given a dour look from my dining
companions. Nonetheless Hospo Baby’s appetite was not marred by my antics and
she nibbled on our mains and dug into the chips.
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