Yard in the 11th; Colette and I were horrendously late for our lunch date with two new friends (blame it on Delanoye's hairbrained traffic scheme that has delivery trucks, cars making turns and taxis unloading passengers in the bus lane so the buses cannot make better time than dump trucks) - but luckily our friends had proceeded with some wine and water and we joined in.
There were three starters and Colette, ever challenging the social order, ordered all three and raved about them. The coques with lovage were intense; the beets and cherries subtle and the gaspacho so good that I had a bowl of it for my dessert.
For mains we had the white tuna with salicorns, cucumbers and smoked apricots and lamb sweetbreads with peas and buttermilk with warm whole radishes (that really didn't work for me.) At this point we'd turned to a red Gamay which went nicely with it all.
For desserts, in addition to my gaspacho, the others had grilled peach and fresh cheese, a Kate Mousse (ha ha) and fromage blanc with honey and pistachio bits.
With some rose to end the meal, one bottled water and two coffees, our bill woulnd up being 82.50 E a couple.
Oh wait, that's for dinner.
