Several times and several memorable meals, but in each case it was the atmosphere more than the food that we remembered. Paris was probably my favourite with a meal at La Coupole, a famous brasserie where we had the set menu for €20 each including wine, which was served with the same grace and aplomb as the table next to ours that ordered the fois gras and vintage champagne. The decor, the staff, and in particular the lights dimming so a birthday cake could be delivered to a table whilst the entire staff sang Bon Anniversaire to the recipient.
A previous occasion was a meal at a single michelin starred restaurant near Sacre Coeur in Montmartre. The Beauvilliers on Rue Lamarck, a beautiful Empire style establishment, which unfortunately appears to have been taken over, gutted and replaced with an ultra-modern interior. The meal was wonderful in particular the courgette flowers, battered and fried, very delicate and subtle.
But the most memorable meal was on the same trip. The first night we arrived at the hotel in Montmartre we went for a walk to look for a restaurant, not realising that practically everything closes in August. pour les vacances. Eventually we settled on a small cafe quite near the hotel which was still open but had a very limited menu, we had a lamb ragout with a sort of potato flan, o.k. but nothing special. About half way through the meal the world's fattest ginger tom came in, and wandered over to our table, there were no other diners at the time so he just sat at our feet awaiting attention (and some scraps). We asked the restaurant owner the cat's name, Caramel. At the end when we were settling up, we said that we loved their cat, and they said 'Oh, he is not our cat, he just comes in every day for his dinner.' Bienvenue en France.