Leo decided last night that after a hard day at the office he wanted to go to dinner and he wanted French food (what? Leo wanted something that wasn't Asian??) and insisted on dragging me along. We walked to Georgetown and popped in at Café La Ruche.
The food was, as always, good. Leo started with the in-house smoked salmon with capers and thin slivvers of onion rings, then he had the salade du jour, which last night happened to be a chopped salad of endive, bleu cheese, and tomatoes, all washed down with two large glasses of a lovely white wine the name of which escapes me right now. Then for dessert, he selected from the dessert case an enormous baked apple dumpling en croute topped with melted chocolate and which was noticeably larger than a softball, and ate it all all by himself.
I had a glass of water and the three salad plate, choosing the salade de dinde (large chunks of turkey on spinach), salade printaniere (salad with hearts of palm, feta cheese, eggs, and tomato), and the new potato vinaigrette (sort of a French version of potato salad).
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