It's raining. I've been coughing and cooped up all week, which has been super annoying. The remedy as it turns out was
Chez Papa. It was quiet, meaning I hit at the right time. The music was lovely, my server was welcoming and the host was singing in a baritone to the French songs playing. It was, just what I needed.
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| I'd love to have some black chandeliers. Much cooler than the ones at my grandmother's when I was growing up. | |
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| The bread was still warm when my lovely server brought it me. Butter on warm, crusty bread? Heaven. |
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| caramelized onion soup with cheese was perfect for the weather and perfectly seasoned |
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| When I asked if she would choose the nicoise or the chicken, there was no hesitation. The chicken and polenta were homey and worth savoring. So I did. |
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| This plate belies the combination.it looks so innocent yet it was sublime. The rich creamy chocolate followed by the green tea ice cream was quite an experience for the mouth. |
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I thanked my server when I left, and I spoke to her about the food as I was trying each course. I put myself in her hands and I am so glad I did, because her choices were dead on.
I also hugged the host and told him he should sing with every song. This is one of those times when I didn't want to use a lot of words, yet wanted to share such a wonderful dining moment with you.
I will most certainly be visiting again!
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