Discovery Gastronomique

We've been walking to local cafes, trying a different place each meal. Tonight we ate at a 'cool' place down the street from the hotel. It is frequented by young urban professionals who congregate there after work to smoke, drink coffee and visit. There's a light show that plays against a white building across the street and a projection TV that brings the local soccer games to the viewers outside on the patio. The disco ball on the terrace sends sparkling reflections through the inside of the bar and all the light fixtures have fringed shades. It's hip, it's happening.

It's my new favorite place. The chicken supreme was, indeed, super good. But what put them over the top was this:



Well, I'm currently suffering from calorie induced loss of consciousness (CILOC). DH was quite taken with the little spoon you see balanced on the top of the expresso cup. The stem of the spoon was zigged in such a way that it hooked over the edge of the mug. If I see a set of those spoons and cups, I'll have to buy some.

DH wants me to point out that only half of that dessert was as good as it looked. When we got to the bottom layer of pudding or mousse (?), there was a problem with the texture. It had a little too much elasticity to be quite right. The rest of it was up to all global gastronomique standards though.

--Sandee Wagner