Tuesday, February 24, 2009
La Table d'Hote de Caroll Sinclair
Things are good here in Paris. I have started working. Thankfully. The restaurant is called La Table d'Hote de Caroll Sinclair and it is small and quite nice, good ambiance and a good feel to the place. I found it wandering one night in the streets in the second arrondissement. It attracted me, so I went back the next day to submit a resume. The website is www.carollsinclair.com if anyone is interested. So far I have worked eight days. I'll try to post photos of the restaurant soon.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I arrived in Paris one week ago today but it feels like I have already been here much longer than that. Paris is a great city to walk around and I can attest to this as I have spent nearly eight hours every day doing this. Needless to say, I'm tiring a little.
My wandering did not prove to be entirely aimless since before I left Canada I researched many restaurants where I wanted to inquire about work, and I tried to visit as many of these in a day as I could manage. So far not too much has come of my efforts, except for exceptionally fit legs. However, I have managed to meet a few people; read a lot of menus and get a little more comfortable at dropping in on potential employers. Most people I visit say they'll get back to me but lacking a telephone number in France has made this difficult, so today I bought myself the cheapest possible mobile with all the free incoming calls I can handle. This I believe will work to my advantage.
Yesterday, I went for a trial day at Rose Bakery for a position as a pastry chef. This went well and I'm scheduled to go back there next week for one more trial day. As much as I'd like to work in a kitchen, I've decided that this would be a great place to get myself started and find some footing here in Paris. (not to mention to start bringing in a little income) There is the possibility of getting three days work there, which also leaves me with quite a bit of time to pick up another part time job in a kitchen, or at least to keep looking for other opportunities. My chef instructor Tony's words keep ringing in my ears, "Persist! Persist! Persist!".
Today I moved into an apartment in the 17th arrondissement. It is small and a shared space with one other. My roommates name is Fred and he is French. I met him for the first time the other night and talking with him about food and culture while eating a small meal at ten o'clock at night (he made a potato onion gratiné - very tasty and simple), I realized that I can learn a lot in restaurants and get good at my skills but the knowledge of the culture and traditions of France will largely come from meeting people, talking with them and eating with them. à bientot.
Nadia
My wandering did not prove to be entirely aimless since before I left Canada I researched many restaurants where I wanted to inquire about work, and I tried to visit as many of these in a day as I could manage. So far not too much has come of my efforts, except for exceptionally fit legs. However, I have managed to meet a few people; read a lot of menus and get a little more comfortable at dropping in on potential employers. Most people I visit say they'll get back to me but lacking a telephone number in France has made this difficult, so today I bought myself the cheapest possible mobile with all the free incoming calls I can handle. This I believe will work to my advantage.
Yesterday, I went for a trial day at Rose Bakery for a position as a pastry chef. This went well and I'm scheduled to go back there next week for one more trial day. As much as I'd like to work in a kitchen, I've decided that this would be a great place to get myself started and find some footing here in Paris. (not to mention to start bringing in a little income) There is the possibility of getting three days work there, which also leaves me with quite a bit of time to pick up another part time job in a kitchen, or at least to keep looking for other opportunities. My chef instructor Tony's words keep ringing in my ears, "Persist! Persist! Persist!".
Today I moved into an apartment in the 17th arrondissement. It is small and a shared space with one other. My roommates name is Fred and he is French. I met him for the first time the other night and talking with him about food and culture while eating a small meal at ten o'clock at night (he made a potato onion gratiné - very tasty and simple), I realized that I can learn a lot in restaurants and get good at my skills but the knowledge of the culture and traditions of France will largely come from meeting people, talking with them and eating with them. à bientot.
Nadia
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