This a non-stick pan. And not just any old non-stick pan, this is a pan I bought in the basement of Dehillerin the venerable old cookware store in Paris. Forced by the Royal Mounted Indian Food Police into the bowels of the store, we searched at length for the perfect non-stick pan. I dutifully bought this and 2 other pans, maybe 3 and schlepped them home. I will admit that for a long while they were very non-sticky. But something seems to have happened.
Below are the remains of a fried egg. I left a good third of it in the pan. I don’t know. Is it me? It’s probably me.