Service was friendly, albeit slow. Being on vaca, it wasn't a biggie since we had nothing to accomplish on this rainy Sunday and all day to do get it done. Still, the prospect of another (potential) 20 minute wait did keep us from ordering dessert.
The Homemade Country Pate was better than most and nicely presented with cornichons, a small salad and crusty French bread. It was also studded with tangy green olive slices, which were a welcome and complementary addition. Tres bien!
We stuck with the buckwheat crepes menu although sandwiches and salads were also available. While UD enjoyed a glass of Côtes du Rhône, I sipped Chardonnay (surprise, surprise!)...ultimately settling on the Buffalo Buck Gratin. The crepe was tender and paper thin, stuffed with sirloin, mushrooms, sour cream and garlic, and covered in melted brie. It was good...but perhaps not quite as good as it sounds. There was an undefinable blandness to it that I can't really put my finger on.
I thought Dogboy's crepe was tastier. His "Country Buck" (with prosciutto, walnuts, bleu cheese and sour cream) had been my first choice...but we hate to order the same thing, so I went with door number two. Both crepes were served with a simple salad consisting of cold, crunchy iceberg lettuce (which, let's face it, is not going to ratchet up anyone's heart rate), perfectly ripe tomato slices and creamy French viniagrette. The crepe photographed rather poorly, but the exterior belies the yummy combo of ingredients within.
SO...I am kind of on the fence with this one. Nothing to biotch about, but not much to rave about, either...an experience that left me at a loss for adjectives, either negative or positive. It's an okay choice if you feel the need to veer off of the grouper sandwich and pizza path, but probably won't have the broadest appeal for the beach vacationing masses.
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