Decided to go somewhere swanky for breakfast with J. who likes that sort of thing.
I walk past this space in London Terrace everyday on my way to the dog run. It was Bette, then wasn't anything for a bit, recently reopened as La Promenade des Anglais which turns out to be wonderful.
We arrive about eleven when it's nice and peaceful before the crowds get there. The decor reminds us of La Grande Cafe de la Poste in Marrakesh. I like the beach umbrella
and the pretend rocks on the ceiling so you can almost imagine you're in France.
A Bloody Mary for R. and coffee for J.
extra virgin olive oil and crunchy salt for the bread
artichokes and bacon and blueberry pancakes!
a Croque Monsieur por moi in a most unusual form --but delicious
An excellent addition to the 'hood.
PS: We don't know the owner and paid for our meal. What bliss it would be to get paid to eat out. I do have a friend who is a restaurant critic, but that is another story entirely.....
