We were looking for some coffee and a quick bite and ambled into this little place. Did we ever succeed! The woman who took our order was somewhat curt and we never did get the water we asked for. And we couldn't pay with our American Visa card. But the food was excellent as well as interesting, and the coffee... Best so far in France in a week of trying.
We ordered cappuccino and what came (at the end of the meal) was something with whipped cream and a dash of cocoa powder in lieu of frothed milk. I shrugged at it, stirred it up, and proceeded to gulp it down, unable to take it slow. It had the strong flavor of French coffees without the bitterness or minuscule serving size and the smoothness of a Starbucks drink without their trademark overwhelming sweet/rich combination or the feeling of having traded away a piece of your soul... Anyway. It was GOOD.
The most exciting moment was when my plate of apple-y crepes was flambé'd right in front of me. High proof alcohol lit on fire and poured in one smooth motion. I momentarily feared for my lap, but the server had probably done this about a zillion times before and there was no mishap. My comical reaction evidently amused the guest at the neighboring table because when his identical dish received the same treatment, he favored us with a re-enactment of it.
My wife wants to add that her galette, sort of a crepe sandwich with ham and some regionally-appropriate cheese under a creamy mushroom sauce, was also very tasty. Even though it wasn't on fire. read more
