Dîner avec mon amour

This dinner was un petit morceau de ciel. "A little piece of heaven" for my non-French speaking Internet friends.  (By-the-way I'm also non-French speaking and am relying on a online translator for this post.) Greyson and I have each been to France on separate occasions in our past lives, before we fell in love, and before anyone knew what a blog was.  


It's a silly American thing that anything French makes you feel more sophisticated.  Silly, but no less true.  Greyson shook and UrbanSpoons took us to Coquette Brasserie.  A lovely place that brings a little bourgeoise to Midtown Raleigh.  I put on a little dress with some hot boots, took the hand of my handsome man, and had a little Friday night date.  

A little "city cafe" feel in Raleigh

(See, the Photoshop makes it look even more sophistiqué!)

We've heard the staff here criticized as snooty.  We love that because we are total snobs.  Okay, all kidding aside, this rumor was not true.  Our waitress was great and extremely informed. We ordered the Plat de Charcuterie & Fromage as an appetizer.  A spread of duck pate, sausages, compote, and cheese.  It was great.  Greyson said, "Perfect appetizer.  Makes you hungry for more."  I got the Coq au Vin, Greyson got the Pan Roasted Duck on the waitress' recommendation.  Profiteroles and Black Currant Clafoutis for dessert topped off an awesome meal of trying each other's food.  

Dessert! 

(That's the same in French by-the-way.)

It was delicious.  I will say, I missed vegetables.  But what do we know, we're fat Americans.  We drive SUV's in suburbia, thinking we're better than our slender, longer-living European friends with better health care.  But after a meal like that, they must have something figured out that we don't.

Vive la France! (et l'Amérique!)

Amy