Jessica arrived tonight, as did Joel. But as they get settled in, I'll write this entry, and ponder upon what Louisiana shenanigans we might all get into tomorrow. Yay. Or coffee/lunch would be good too.
Last night was superb as I finally ventured out to La Cave des Fondues with Arlyn. An amazing woman full of spunk and real life stories, not like the ones you find spit-shined and over-polished on TV, she's full of interesting tidbits and advice that a woman like myself could really dig into. And the meal was pretty fun too. Mussels in a divine dijon sauce I could have dived headfirst into, with a side of frites to start, accompanied by a biberon of sauvignon blanc. Then onto the ooey gooey cheese fondue, which could have used a little kick, with bread and ham, as well as a biberon of bordeaux for me and pinot noir for Arlyn. And the cutie French beret'd waiter was nice enough to find us some cornichons. The end was made complete with a café liegeois (ice cream & coffee with a dollop of whipped cream, served in a martini glass). And the room was adorable with long wooden tables, kitsch murals, and very loud French music from the 60s. Not exactly Montmartre's Le Refuge des Fondues, but a pretty good substitute when you don't have the real deal. Speaking of… check this out:
I'm off to rest me belly and dream sweet thoughts of sugarplums, fairies and me able to fit in my bikini even after all of these yummy meals. mmmmm… A girl can dream… Bon appétit.