It's Ian. He wants me to come to Georgetown so we can go to a late night supper at Bistro Français. I acquiesce, not realizing the evil that awaits me.
The sidewalks of Georgetown were a throbbing, teeming mass of humanity. People of all ages, most in costumes, packed the sidewalks and the crowds surged forth at a leisurely pace. When I got to 31st and M, though, even though I was less than a half block from the restaurant, the police made us turn off M Street and go down a block to circle around and come in from the other direction.
The bistro was busy, but they still had open tables, so we were able to be seated immediately. All of the waiters were in Hallowe'en costumes, or remnants thereof. Our waiter Peter (left) started off, he said, as Uncle Sam, but the coat was too hot as much as he was running around.Our food choices were pretty standard. Ian got his usual omelette aux fines herbs et fromage suisse avec pommes frites. The omelette looked just a touch bigger than usual. Ian always uses ketchup on his fries instead of the yummy homemade mayonnaise they serve here.
I wasn't terribly hungry (it was about one o'clock at this point), so I just ordered a salade du marché, a simple salad of greens and Bibb lettuce in a light walnut oil vinaigrette.
Ian, who usually has ice cream for dessert, decided to be experimental and ordered the crème caramel. It was interestingly presented, placed in the center of a deep soup bowl.
After all the cupcakes earlier in the evening, I didn't want anything sweet to eat, so I chose the cheese plate. I got three pieces of different cheeses with big apple slices all presented atop dark spinach leaves. Forgot to ask what the cheese were; they were all tasty, and included one bleu and two aged, firm cheeses, one of which tasted like a goat or sheep milk cheese and the other a double cow milk cheese (but I could be wrong). They have great crusty sourdough bread here, so I got a little more with my cheeses.
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