We were going to cook. But then we got the news — Doris was in the hospital. We fretted about going to Minnesota, or at least sending Greg. We didn’t know what was going to happen. So instead of being tied to a big meal prep, going out to eat seemed the smartest solution.
It was a wise one, too. The food was super.
My foie gras torchon:
Tuna tartare, I believe.
Vegetable soup:
Bouillabaisse:
Lamb:
Braised rabbit with tarragon mustard, sauteed spatzle and red cabbage:
Leigh, talking:
Sam with the camera:
Dessert!
The 411 on Alain’s French Bistro.
