On Bastille Day, we had crepes and cider – as you do. My crepe ordering system was broken and each time I would order the wrong thing. The first was a ham and cheese. It was okay until I tried the bacon and cheese. Not sure what I was thinking there.
I mentioned that Serge’s father owned a restaurant (Manhattan/Westside). His wife helped managed it and they took great care of us while we were there. Every morning, the table in their sun room was set for breakfast with coffee and fresh pastries and fruit. Dinners were stupendous. One night was a huge slab of beef cooked on the grill and sliced up. Veal and pasta on another night. Poached salmon. All of this was accompanied by vegetables from their garden. The dinners of course were long affairs. We’d start with some sort of fruit course (my favorite was melon and prosciutto) and then the main course. Then a salad. Then the always phenomenal cheese plate. Then dessert.
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