Favorite French memory #2: getting lost leaving Le Louvre... completely famished. Then happening upon the cutest cafe, Cafe de La Comedie Francais on Rue George V. With tiny, sidewalk tables facing the street - honestly one of the best places to people watch in Paris, we lucked out with a back row, corner table. Only a glass partition to my left separated me from the front entrance of the Four Seasons George V (talk about beautiful, shiny, people!).
The waiter greeted us in French, but then I asked him for "La menu, s'il vous plait", and without hesitating he immediately started to speak to us in English.
Although the weather was beautiful, it was still slightly chilly so I ordered a "chocolat chaud", while my sweety ordered une "bier" (we never did figure out how to say "on tap" in French).
I also ordered une Croque Polaine [basically an open-faced croque monsier, on Polaine (sourdough bread) with a fried egg on top], he ordered a simple Baguette avec jambon et fromage.
Looks tres yummy, non?
