My first taste of french onion soup was pre-dawn in a tiny bistro near one of Paris' vegetable markets. I thought I'd died and gone to...well...gone to Paris!
I had a totally awesome recipe I'd talked the bistro owner out of (after all, I was an Americane and wouldn't be competing with her for business once I went home), but alas, lost it after having wild success in making it.
Several years ago, I attempted to recreate it for a hiliday, but had to hold it due to my MIL's cooking plans and the danged stuff went bad overnight (who knew onions would sour overnight, eh?). I haven't reattempted french onion soup in my itsy bitsy kitchen, but I do crave the taste experience!