Post pet store we stopped on Victor Hugo for lunch at well, Victor Hugo Brasserie. Easy to remember. And not for the food. Here are the L&P with Dad enjoying some lunch. P was very tired by then (and we had only just begun). Being the puppy she is, napping with her head on the table is typical. Her sister thought that was pretty darn rude and here you can see her little peevish look. Often she has that look when her sister does puppy stuff. We so enjoy it.
Momo tried another Crouque Monsieur because she is obsessed with finding the perfect one. Truth be told, she does not even enjoy grilled cheese at home, so why she keeps ordering them is a mystery. Dad, who cannot not eat gluten, is making his way through a myriad of odd salads. So far, the strangest is the one with sausage, wine sauce, poached egg, greens, watercress, mushrooms, and then a bit of vinigrette. Odd indeed. Let me get the recipe.
It was a nice neighborhood, and not crowded with tourists. More fun to people watch. L&P did not rate it. They thought it should just be itself and not a number.
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