I read about the new Song Qi restaurant in Monaco last weekend and had to think about my day trip to Monte Carlo in 1989. I was nineteen years old at the time and remember sharing a baguette on a street bench with my parents and my brother. It’s pretty much the only memory I have of the place – at least I can’t think of anything else as I’m sitting here on the 6:54 AM train to Amsterdam. The mind can be a funny thing, erasing all the trivial stuff like all the expensive cars and rich people I must have seen that day twenty-five years ago. In my brain, the baguette has turned out to be infinitely more important. And I’m glad it has.
With its black and white marble floor, green velvet chairs and shiny brass bars, the new Song Qi gourmet Chinese restaurant look fab and frou frou – just the way I like it. I had a look at the lunch and dinner menu and although it’s not exactly cheap, it won’t break the bank either. And I imagine the food tastes effing fantastic. Come to think of it – I wouldn’t mind skipping the street bench next time I’m in Monaco and take my parents and my brother (and his wife and children and my husband of course) for dinner at Song Qi. The question is though, will the fancy food and frilliness make for a memory as good as the shared baguette of 1989? Remind me to update this blogpost in another twenty-five years.