Hubby and I decided to go for crêpes today for lunch. We went to this restaurant called, Crep chignon, recommended by my hubby’s boss. It was quite nice. Especially since the last time I’ve eaten crepes was at Café Breton with friends at GB, Makati during my last visit to the Philippines!
Just look at these sumptuous treats that we had for lunch:
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Coffee in France is always espresso, unless you specify otherwise. I had a decaffeinated one here. You see the blocks of sugar on the side? Crafty, eh? But not very sanitary, if you’re finicky about other people touching those blocks before you do. |
After the restaurant, we went to the grocery to stock up on food for the weekend, especially since we’re having some visitor friends of hubby, coming from Bretagne (Brittany, northwest of France). I remember back then, the first time hubby took me to the French grocery in Singapore, he went completely nuts. He went crazy and bought so much food. I think this grocery-craziness has rubbed off on me a bit. Especially since we moved to France. I mean, who wouldn’t go crazy with these:
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Pastries and candies — the ones on top are made from the famous Toulouse Violettes, below are loads and loads of cakes and pies and tarts |
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Of course, a trip to the french grocery or market wouldn’t be quite complete without passing by a humongous selection of cheese |
And if you ever go to the fresh open market, which they call marché, you will find fresher produce, and a lot more interesting and exotic stuff like rabbits and deer, etc. They’re usually open for only a few hours in the morning, though.
Food, I think is just about the best thing you can find in this country.