We had a great
time here. Our waiter was very friendly, and we enjoyed having an English menu.
The atmosphere was warm and cozy, with padded booths along the walls and crisp
white tablecloths. The lighting was low, and I would have called it romantic if
I had been alone with Al.
I started my meal
with soup. It was a creamy
green vegetable, whether celery or broccoli, I couldn’t tell for sure. Either
way, it was very satisfying. It was served with some warm and crispy bread and
plenty of fresh butter. Next came my salad of endive, tomato, red cabbage, and
lettuce. It was already dressed with a creamy and delicious dressing. My entrée
was brochette (chunks of beef on a stick) served with a
three-pepper sauce and the proverbial frites. The sauce was so good that I
soaked up every drop.
Al, Bob, and Joe
all had steaks, each one cooked perfectly (as was my brochette). They were
simply done, but when a steak is of good quality, little else is needed. Like
the brochette, they were served with salad and frites. We added a round of
Stella Artois beer and were perfectly satisfied.
As good as the
entrées were, it was the dessert that stole the show. We all had crepes.
Mine was with
chocolate sauce and ice cream, and it was decadent - a single large crepe
cooked beautifully, folded and drizzled with wonderful hot chocolate and a
sprinkle of powdered sugar. We finished with fresh coffee and, with a contented
sigh, walked back across the street to our hotel.
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