French cuisine

Today is an uninspiring, very wet day. While I don't have any new stories, I did think of some old ones! About two weeks ago, my previous Japanese teacher invited Russell and I to go to a French restaurant. We had been talking about it for some time, but had never gotten around to it. Keiko also invited another friend who she had met while they were studying abroad in the same program in Canada.

The four of us together headed to the restaurant. When we walked in, Russell and I instinctively feared for our pocketbooks. There were cherrywood cabinets lined with fancy china and heavy silver. The place was small and sophisticated. We had been assured it wasn't that expensive so we hesitantly continued. As it turned out, the restaurant was awesome. It was fussy, with the aforementioned place settings and tiny, tiny portions, but the set menu was only $40 which was much less than we were worried it would be, and actually included so many tiny, tiny dishes that it was very filling.

We had a small appetizer, two courses we had selected from a menu, a tiny ball of sorbet, a meat (or fish) course, two rounds of fresh baked bread, dessert and finally a cup of coffee. All of this was spread out over about three hours - so we took our time, got to know each other REAL well, and felt like we had had quite a feast on the way out.

Russell and I don't make a habit of going to fancy restaurants, but we will definitely go back to this one some day.