Veal Parmagiana for dinner.
I don't care if it's politically incorrect in the US. I love it. And I can find veal easily here in France.
And I promise never to eat meat from a boucherie chevaline (horse butcher). That counts, right?
(Sorry Dee. I know. It makes me sick every time I pass it on the street. The poor little horse on the sign--he looks so happy. If he only knew.)