Another day, another delightful French meal: Back to Montmartre for lunch at Café Bruant. I can’t link to it, because it doesn’t have a web site. While an Internet presence is considered essential for every business in the US more complex than a neighborhood lemonade stand, that’s not yet true of the rest of the world. Even without a URL, though, Café Bruant is worth tracking down. I liked it so much that I returned there for my final meal in Paris.
This was the star: A huge, seemingly bottomless pot full of mussels. I didn’t count the mussels, but I’m sure there were more than 40 of them. And the sauce! The sauce in this meal of Moules Frites was Bleu d’Auvergne, a blend of creme and Auvergne bleu cheese.
It was so good that I asked for more bread, to sop up every drop of it.
Had to cancel dessert because I was too full.