This time I was sitting facing the wall and thus in a position to see both the superheros and saucer and spoon light fixtures. The amuse gueule of mushroom soup and foie gras on toast started us off on a very nice note indeed.
For firsts we had the warm langoustine tails on salad that were superb and what were called nuggets [sic] of pork but were essentially curried pork croquettes that I was not as wild about.
The ladies proceeded to have the special of the day - succulent duck filets - approximating the best I've ever had, M. had an entrecote which was well, an entrecote, and I had the biggest lobe of veal liver imaginable, not cooked quite raw enough for me but certainly within the boundaries.
We all shared a Paris-Brest which was so good that we took one home for breakfast the next day.
Our bill with a bottle of wine a couple, no bottled water, good bread with good butter that come with it, one glass of tea and four coffees, came to 87.25 E.
*Some serious food; my only beef with this place is that its menu has too much tilt towards club sandwiches, salads and brunch stuff and too few traditional French food offerings but maybe when summer comes, they'll needall that stuff for the tourists.