The day started with fog.
Was this, then, the end of grilling season?
On this final(?) day the menu featured bone-in chicken breast.
The chef said she sprinkled the raw chicken with smoked paprika, which promptly burned.
I said "Hey, blackened chicken breast . . it's a treat!" (Thank you, Paul Prudhomme.)
And, you know what?
It was great, giving a tasty sharpness to the chicken. We both liked it.
On the side potatoes gratiné made with store-bought shredded potatoes, some French cheese, cream, seasonings.
If it WAS the end of grilling season (for this year), it was a great way to go out.
(If it wasn't . . . what are you gonna do next?)