We put on our fancy pants to go to dinner at the Les Epicuriens. This was a fine dining place and we had a fine dinner. We sat inside to avoid the incessant outdoor smoking. Our waiter had enough English that he could understand Leslie's Martini order. Not enough English that he understood the difference between a double and two drinks. Although he brought her two drinks, the drinks themselves were perfect and we all took a sip or two both to try them and to drink them before they got warm. Apparently the key is to ask for an "American" Martini. Since we Ubered over we decided to walk home. The path home led us through a large park with fountains. Unfortunately the fountains provided an easy water source for the rats of the town. Leslie was particularly creeped out as she was in the lead and had to clear the path of vermin by clapping loudly and yelling at the rats.
Tables and auberges
The trendy bear is here too
The Male side of the goofball table
The female side
"Oh my, what have I done"
"No, do not take them away, I will suffer through"
The kitchen with a large pot steaming
Tomahawk veal steak
Scallops risotto
Le Royal with cheese
A filet minion
Three scoops of ice cream, raspberries and a hot raspberry compote, the waiter's favorite
A chocolate genache
A very good dog
We have passed the rat gauntlet and have emerged into the square
A nice bit of public art
Yoga poses
Great art
