Le Troquet. Bistro Francais.
The Little Café.
This Tiny Gem Sits Quietly on a Corner. Downtown.
Circular Steps Lead to the Tiny Front Door.
Inside is Enchanting.
White Eyelet Valances Flutter in the Windows.
Tables Set with Starched White Cloths and Silver.
Happy Tiny Flowers in Glass Vases on each Table.
Seating for 20 Max.
Le Troquet Bistro.
For a Special Meal Shared with Very Special People.
A Last Day of Summer Lunch Celebration.
Close Your Eyes. Breathe. Ahh Paris.
And Now the Food…
Begin with Bread. Warm. Delicious.
Entrée of Chicken Cordon Bleu. Julianne Vegetables. Rice.
Chef’s Special Crepe Poulet.
Tucked among the Vegetables was the surprise of 1 tiny Brussel Sprout, exceptionally grilled. And 1 tiny Tomato poached to perfection.
After Much Contemplation…And a Stellar Effort to Read the Menu in French…
A Spinach Quiche with Swiss.
And a Fresh Picked Salad.
Dessert could have been Beignets or Puff Pastry filled with Ice Cream…
For Next Time.
This May be My New Favorite Place.
In the Neighborhood. In the Shadow of Behemoths.
A Tiny Jewel. Filled with Magic.