Special occasion! The 'A' stands for 'Antoinette', as in Marie 'Let them eat cake'. It's a little place just off Lavender Street. Ambiance is cosy and intimate, with small tables for an afternoon of sipping tea and picking at pastries.
But since it's more than tea and cakes we're looking for, we start with the salad Antoinette. There's so much crab meat in here it feels sinful not to have to crack through crabshell to get at it.
My beef bourguignon. So tender and so full of cow fat! It could have clogged my arteries there and then, and I would have had a heart attack and died, and gone straight to heaven. Fortunately, I survived to counter-attack...
what remained of June's crepe Florentine. The pancake, ham and egg it was almost like having breakfast all over again. So good.
La piece de resistance, this beautiful jewel of a cake known as... Antoinette! Looks like it's solidly encased in a shiny hard candy shell, but that's just the glazing. It actually has an amazingly soft, mousse-like texture surrounding a slightly harder core of chocolate. The strange blob on top is a jelly capsule containing a sweet berry jam. Still, the entire confection was perfect; not too sweet; and this one tiny thing was sufficient dessert between the two of us. Earl grey d'Antoinette (what else?) a very easy-going tea to wash it all down.
Mmm... satisfaction to the max. :)
3 comments:
looks exactly like my kind
by the way, so funny. this rabbit has the same name as your dog.
http://www.disapprovingrabbits.com/2012/03/you-couldnt-have-gotten-out-of-trunk-by.html
My so-called dog is really more rodent than canine. Now that she's shaved for the summer, she looks even more like a big pink rat than ever.
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