Last Saturday when HG was here we decided a proper meal out was in order, rather than my scrimpy-don't-spend-save- student ways and providing below standard picnics to enjoy in the bitterly cold conditions. Something more substantial was on the menu and so I suggested Les Cocottes which I had read about on this blog. it sounded quite ideal; good value, efficient service and on one of my favourite Rues, the one and only Rue St. Dominique.
We got to the door for bang on seven, the time they open for dinner and were quickly lead to a table for two at the bar. The interior was all looking rather minimal but with kitsch added details such as black boards, little bread baskets and hanging cured meats in the window. We had barely removed our layers of coats, scarfs and hats before the waiter was politely offering his opinion of which wine to choose. The meal itself came in no-time at all and although we got a couple of disapproving glances HG and i did our typical sharing manoeuvres. Sharing is caring after all.
I couldn't get enough of this ice-bucket-bag. If ever in desperation fill a handbag with ice et voila.
Barside.
Spring vegetables cooked en Cocotte.
Braised beef with red wine and mushrooms. It literally was melt in your mouth goodness.
And of course we had to go halves on deserts as well. I went for pear and chocolate crumble. Just look at that little dish.
HG went for the chocolate tart because she said she just HAD to have a piece of tart. They were both divine and together it was a match made in heaven.
Bear in mind this was taken just after a full on day of walking as well as being swept along my gusts of wind. Lets just say that the half bottle of Chablis was a very welcome sight.
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