When Julia Child (to whom all American cooks owe a great debt) arrived in Paris in 1948, she had sole meunière for lunch, and her life would never be the same. In her memoir, she wrote, "The flesh of the sole was delicate, with a light but distinct taste of the ocean that blended marvelously with the browned butter. It was a morsel of perfection. It was the most exciting meal of my life." We couldn't have said it better. Bon appetit!