We are in a tourist town in October. It is nice, but really really closed. I mean the Super U is closed. We see one place open, and we know that they know that they can throw rillette on the table and we will happily pay for it. Instead, we had one of the best lunches in France. First and repeatedly, the sole waiter was On It: we were going to get attentive service on his watch, dammit. I ordered the fish soup (because the French around here are not afraid to have it taste like fish), which was wonderful, and Herself had a salad with chevre melted over toastettes, with a small pot of blue berry preserve, which caused Herself to wax poetic about Morbihan culinary genius. They have great tomatoes here, better than California (except for home-grown or heirloom). BTW they call a dish before the main dish (or plate) the "entree", which makes sense as it is the start or entrance to the meal. So then, I had muscles. A pot of them. With curry sauce. I hoped for a Thai or Indian style curry, but it was a curry-flavoured cream sauce. That took it from excellent down to "very good". Herself had a lovely taglitelli carbonara, quite pleasing. She was glad she could order a rosé without getting a wine cooler our having others snicker because she ordered rosé. They also have decaffeinated espresso! And it's good. French have the food thing down; maybe wine too. But coffee, leave that to the Italians or Philz. I'm not saying it's always bad, but don't expect a lot. read more