On a lightly rainy day, I headed over to Rue Cler to walk along the stalls and stalls of fruits, veggies, and restaurants to peer and poke. I wound up buying muscat grapes, which were good but pricy – and filled with seeds, some Zespri kiwi, and a lovely baguette from the famous bakery that’s there. After a bit of walking, I decided I needed sustenance and picked what looked like a not-very-crowded cafe. Unfortunately, French service being what it is, I had a very dismissive server who insisted I sit on the very outside because “you are only one, and these tables are for 3 and 4” – mm hmm. I wound up getting rained on, until he noticed my glares, and adjusted the awning to include me underneath it.
One of the fun things I noticed in Paris was every cup of coffee – which, again, I ordered with my lunch – comes with a piece of chocolate or a cookie. This time was Valrhona – yum! Another great cup of coffee, despite the rather bland service.
Really great people watching.
A friend had suggested I order a croque madame somewhere, so I did: a huge slice of Poilane bread that was toasted, topped with bechamel, cheese, and a fried egg. I happily ate my way through this and the small salad alongside; unfortunately, the center of the egg was slightly too undercooked (ie, improperly cooked – raw white), so I left that part. The rest of it found its way into my stomach and kept me full for the rest of the day, really.
Crunchy, delicious bread topped with creamy, gooey cheese, and a runny yolk? Yes, please. Think of the best grilled cheese sandwich you’ve ever had, then elevate it with a runny egg and by making it open-faced. Eat it with a knife and fork.
You’re welcome. Thank you, France, for making even the simplest of things ever so slightly more elegant.
29 Rue Cler