Obama spits on the RNC. "Hey, dudes! You got pissed off when I flew Michelle to NYC for a dinner out? How about flying her to Paris for dinner out????"
June 7 (Bloomberg) -- President Barack Obama kept a promise to take his wife Michelle out for a “nice meal” in Paris after four days of travel in the Middle East and Europe.
The presidential couple, without their two daughters, arrived for supper yesterday atLa Fontaine de Mars, a traditional French bistro with red-and-white checked tablecloths that is close to the Eiffel Tower. The restaurant, which opened in 1908, has warm duck foie gras salad with pears for 26 euros ($36) and crème brulee dessert for 9 euros ($13).
“We started to believe yesterday already that he would come there,” said Lotfi Kafi, the 45-year-old owner of the Crep’ and Tea restaurant a few yards away on rue Saint Dominique in the upscale seventh district. “We are very honored.”
Hundreds of people stood behind barriers put up by the French police on nearby streets. . . .
Obama had said he “would love nothing more than to have a leisurely week in Paris, stroll down the Seine, take my wife out to a nice meal, have a picnic in Luxembourg Gardens,” at a press conference earlier in Caen, Normandy, before taking part in a D-Day ceremony.
French Press Speculation
The French press had speculated for several days on possible landmarks that the Obama family might visit, including the Jules Verne restaurant in the Eiffel Tower and the Quai Branly museum for primitive art.
I think I'd have had the sole.
Update from AmericaBlog: President Obama had the leg of lamb andîle flottantewhile the First Lady had filets de boeuf and crèmes brûlées. Both are very classical French dinners.
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