Dans le brouillard 1: salades politiques

salades politiques

Just when I was wondering whether food was a hot topic during round one of the recent French elections, along came Stéphane Bern, an animateur at France 2, with an answer. Skip the uniformative video for his take on the brouhaha.

Emmanuel Macron’s post-election gathering of friends and family at La Rotonde on April 23 drew comparisons with the evening of swells who united to fêter the victory of Sarkozy years before at Le Fouquet’s, the decidedly more expensive brasserie on the Right Bank.

Bern is stumped by the ruckus and cites several comestibles: A few radishes, “des croque-monsieur coupés en quatre,” and a glass of champagne. He wonders what the fuss is about.

Claire, j’suis dans l’brouillard.

Macron’s spirited exchange with journalists after the celebration dinner is still making news. I need help with his parting shot in the transcript below. He’s dissing someone, but I’m not sure who. Any connection between the use of the word petit to petit peuple, or am I reading too much into things?

Si vous n’avez pas compris que c’était mon plaisir ce soir d’inviter mes secrétaires, mes officiers de sécurité, les politiques, les écrivains, les femmes et les hommes qui depuis le début m’accompagnent, c’est que vous n’avez rien compris à la vie. Donc c’est ce que vous voulez, mais c’était mon moment du cœur, vous voyez?

Mais je crois qu’au Fouquet’s, il y a pas beaucoup de secrétaires, pas beaucoup d’officiers de sécurité, vous avez vu qui était ici à table. Moi, j’ai pas de leçon à recevoir du petit milieu parisien.

Oh, and thanks for introducing me to a new expression: raconter des salades. It will probably come in handy on election night.

— Linda

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