We went back to Clamato today at the suggestion/urging of my old pal Pierre45 from the Tour Totem of French in Action Fame. Colette and I got there at 11h59 and there was a line, a line, mind you, with at least 6 English-speakers, 4 of whom kept speaking loudly throughout the meal and when they exited they were replaced by 4 more loud fellow pesky Yankees, good grief, have I seen the future and it's this? We ordered up some wine and tried to relax. The carte was different than our times before and we decided to have a number of small plates and share.
So here we go:
- 6 Utah Beah #2's
- 6 gambas with tomatillo sauce
- ceviche of bar with cucumbers and tagette flowers
- carpaccio of daurade with cilantro
- scallops with herb butter
- mussels with corn
- aubergine with a shrimp bouillon (5*)
- apple/quince dessert
- a tart of maple syrup.
At some point, our TT friend had a too long discussion with the most informed wine wait-guy about a white and when it came at 10 E more than my Talbott-rule Languedoc and was 10 E less interesting, I snorted as best I could. With two bottles of wine, no bottled water and offered coffees, our bill per couple came to 107 E.
Go again? I loved everything; my wife and pals will fight me if I try to return. Tant pis!
