L'Atelier des Arts

It took me about two days to get used to the buses and about four days to get used to the streets but I think that I am good now. I had passed a square with three cafes a bunch these last couple of days and decided to try it out. I wanted the one that had a good looking plat du jour but sat at the wrong table (had no idea where that restaurant was actually located).



The place I sat down at was called L'Atelier des Arts. Their plate of the day was "caille rotie sauce forestiere et farfalles." I asked the waitress what it was and she described it as a small chicken. I assumed that the farfalles was a type of pasta and decided to order it. While waiting I looked up the direct translation in my dictionary that Christian got me. It translates to "quail eggs sauce (unknown word) small bread." I am not going to lie, I was really worried about getting these quail eggs and not being able to down them...



My plate came out and it was a whole quail, salad, and bow tie pasta, I was delighted. The salad was just lettuce with a mustard dressing on it, the pasta had a mushroom cream sauce that was perfect after I added some salt and the quail was cooked to perfection with onions and tid bits of some other meat. I thoroughly enjoyed every single bite.



I decided to continue my lunch with the desert of the day "tarte pomme marron," I was expecting an apple tart. I got, an apple tart, but it had almost an apple sauce layer and it was just delectable. I think I have found my favorite restaurant...ever. I sat around and read my book for a bit and then was amused by the British family who sat nearby. They had a little girl who was blonde as can be and was talking up a storm, I couldn't help but to laugh at her accent.

Lunch was fabulous.