So I’m sitting with friends at a restaurant that specialized in fries and dips. Somewhere between dipping a thick cut fry in the mayonnaise and dipping the sweet potato fries into homemade ketchup, one of the girls mentions that there is a mustard store in Paris. Just mustard. That’s it.
I had to visit a whole store dedicated to the yellow condiment that made hotdogs famous and put Dijon on the map. I zipped over to 6 Place de la Madeleine to the flagship Maille store.
The Maille website describes the store as “In the warm, refined atmosphere of Maille boutiques, you will enter a paradise of flavors, embarking on a voyage to the heart of good taste and gastronomy.”
They had many types of mustard to sample. They range from mustards that make my nose hairs curl to mustards that make my nose hairs singe. Once you pick out your mustard, they fill a jar “on tap.”
When your jar is empty, you bring it back for a refill. I went for the special edition truffle-infused mustard that came with the special edition dark jar. Fancy.
In other news, I found this little gem on Twitter about Paris Letters:
— Canadian Living (@canadianliving) February 10, 2014
Plus, with so many pre-orders of Paris Letters (thank you!) some shipments have been delayed, especially in my homeland of Canada. Deep breaths. So while my publisher gets to the bottom of it, I’m going to distract myself with mustard-laden sandwiches.