it always seems to be missing one thing. i remember my dad ordering it once when we were vacationing in cape cod and having my first taste. it was unbelievable. all other experiences have been measured against that first one which, i admit, could be entirely distorted by my imagination.i've made it before and, I have to say, it wasn't too difficult and it came out pretty good. but the jump from "good" to "pretty good" isn't nearly as difficult as the jump from "pretty good" to "great". mine was definitely missing something too, but its hard to put a finger on what that was. search for recipes online and you'll undoubtedly find all sorts of variations. everyone has an opinion about the key ingredient - red onion, white onion, sherry, red wine, chicken stock, beef stock, swiss, gruyere, more butter, less butter. i have to believe that, somewhere in the world, two people are coming to blows over this right now.
i was thinking about this last night at JeanRo Bistro in cincinnati while we were waiting for ours to arrive. but then we had our first taste something occurred to me, this was the closest it had ever been to that first experience. also, this was the first time i had ever ordered french onion soup at a french restaurant. perhaps the thing that had been missing the whole time was the french.
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Earlier today before I read this Ashwin and I were at Le Monde in Manhattan. We were entertained watching the cutest little girl at a nearby table eat her French onion soup. She very methodically pinched up all the cheese and started nibbling, then appeared to get rather finicky about the rest. It reminded me of you and your childhood obsession with the same dish which was not exactly standard fare in our family. I suppose you exhibited early signs of a developing foodie.
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