Back in September, I went on a highfalutin jaunt to Paris with some friends, and while there, we had lunch at a cozy, New York Times-recommended bistro called Chez Michel. The meal was delicious — some of the best mussels I've ever had — but nothing could prepare me for the cheese plate I had ordered for dessert. Turns out the plate was less a of plate and more of a miniature fromagerie. No dainty slices of brie here — just giant blocks of cheese. It could have fed ten people. We were all so shocked when this leviathan offering of dairy products descended on the table that I immediately whipped out my camera and snapped a quick photo.
Little did I realize this offhand pic would soon become the toast of the Internet. Okay, maybe that's an overstatement. It's only been viewed twenty times. BUT I was most honored when the editors of the online travel resource Schmap contacted me about using the photo in their latest Paris guide. I'm not going to lie: I was floored, and I don't even know why. It's cool and everything, but when I received the email, I literally felt like I had been nominated for an Academy Award. I think it's because it was like two in the morning, and I was tired and/or delirious. Nevertheless, I've since come down from my Schmap-induced high, but I remain quite flattered that the editors saw artistry (or at least functionality) in my pic. To check out the photo in all its Schmappy context, click here.
Oh, and as for the cheese, it was quite tasty. We quickly deduced that it was indeed a traveling plate, meant for consumption by multiple tables. Probably not the most sanitary of practices, but oh so very European!
• Chez Michel [Schmap!! Paris]













I love Schmap! I had the same reaction when they wanted to include some photos from my flickr feed in their Newport, RI and Orlando guides. Not the greatest photos in the world, but flattering nonetheless.
That is a crazy cheese plate -- looks like it could feed the table and more. Could you take leftovers home?
Hmmm... I'm not sure about that. Maybe theoretically? But that lunch was at around 2ish, and we didn't get back to the hotel until 9. It was a crazy day of walking.
the fact that your cheese is famous is very fitting.
Pardon my ignorance, but what is a traveling plate? Does it mean that you eat what you want, they take it back, and give it to the next guy/gal who orders it?
That's just ripe for the "who cut the cheese?" line!
Great picture.