crud. but also, really good food.

Just a quick note, as I just realized that I have neglected to mention the intriguing--and, in fact, delightful--little French cafe we found in our neighborhood, even before the mystery meat meal near our house. Mike worked from home one day a few weeks ago, and we decided to give Bistro Le Puy a try for lunch, since we've gone past it so many times. This place is darling, and only about a 5-minute walk up Forchstrasse. I am fairly certain that the proprietors would have had no problem conversing with us in French, had either of us the slightest inclination to request such a thing, but as it was, we told them we were learning German and they spoke very slowly and clearly for us. Since neither of us have any discipline at home and had been snacking all day, we both ordered small items: Mike the French onion soup, and me the lentil salad. My salad was quite large, actually, and was some combination of lentils and diced carrots and vinegar and spices on a bed of lettuce, served cold, and quite tasty. Mike's soup, though, was unlike any I've ever seen: in the standard white crockery, yes, but with a GIANT PUFF PASTRY on top. I am quite ignorant of the nuances of French cooking, and so this may be old hat to the rest of you French onion soup lovers, but it was quite a gorgeous surprise for us. It even had a little cheese baked on top. Mike actually had to break through the crust to get to the soup, and then figure out how to cave it all into the bowl so that he could eat it all together. A little messy and crumb-y, but SO tasty and spectacular. Really good food, I thought, and Mike's latte was pretty good as well. Definitely worth a return trip or ten, and as they had several items involving goat cheese on the menu, so you know I will be going back. Yummmm. What a pleasant little local neighborhood surprise.