Izzy honed in on the tiny red berries almost instantly. I mistakenly called them gooseberries and he insisted on trying them. I thought they might be quite tart and I was right. The tartness must be part of their allure because Izzy has been nibbling on them all day. For me they would be good in some type of sauce but alone they make my lips pucker.
What is amazing to me about Paris is that you can find red currants at any ordinary fruit vendor while in the New York you can only find them at some place like Dean and Deluca, being sold for some exorbitant price.