La Moraine, Club Med La Plagne 2100

La Moraine
Club Med
La Plagne 2100

I love buffets, I hate buffets. I suppose I love them when they're good.

I am so jetlagged that it seems advisable to eat lightly. I eat vegetables and a sliver of grilled chicken. I see people with pasta, I want a gigantic bowl but I have no idea where that station is. Also, trying to hold a conversation with each of the chefs is a bit daunting, so I stick to the self-serve. How sad.

The dessert station is enormous, but eating 6 different slivers of tarts and then going to bed seems like a bad idea, too. I see French girls walking and stuffing their faces with cream puffs. How cute.

I had a small cheese plate, and I am very happy. The wine is quite young, and a bit tannic, but I don't care, I'm going to bed shortly.

Wrong.

We meet in the lounge for a cocktail, or 4. The French are dancing to American disco music. What is it with the French and disco? What is it with me and disco? Rick asks for genepie, and the bartender thought he heard J&B. At last, we drink genepie, the local liquer. It tastes like a chartreuse licorice.

Almost midnight, time for bed.