It didn’t rain! Happy guests eating, drinking and being merry in the plein aire. A thunderstorm arrived and left quicker than two-hundred bucks at Costco. After a quick rain, we were set for a dry and warm evening.

Serving plates were set and ready. As was the jam for the tart glaze and ketchup for the frites. The Madiran was for the servants.

This is a giant salad spinner. Two girls worked this beauty like they’ve been spinning lettuce for years ( a great resume booster ). Amazing beast. I want one.

Tables constructed.

Chairs set. Hair flipped.

Paper rolled.

Confit started.

Band warms up. Groupies collect.

Guests arrive.

Confit bubbles.

Apéro commence.

Confit ready.

Frites a-go-go.

Frites monsters arrive.

Boys and children run.

Salad ( say “sah-lahd” ) and ( insert awesome cheese photo here ) is served.

Man who maketh tarte aux pommes taketh a swig of a much deserved bière and leans on confit man.

Happy guests chat and enjoy the music.

Tart severed with care by some of my children. Careful now, those plates slip off the tray!

Coffee and Armagnac offered.

Z exhausted.

Bottles recovered.
Clean up.

Oh what a night!