And finally the desserts!
These pictures turned out so dark that on some of them I couldn't tell what the picture is of. So for those ones, I had to borrow pics from the internet.
The youngest got the cake. I think they changed the recipe on this one. Here's the current description: Croustillant feuillantine, douceur au chocolat, glace noix de coco, tartare de banane - Crispy cake with chocolate milk mousse, coconut ice cream and bananas marinated in rum and lemon juice.
We got everything except the bananas marinated in rum and lemon juice. Instead he got fresh strawberries. (and for a dessert for a young monkey, the non alcoholic option is better anyway.)
He liked this, but just ate the ice cream and got a box for the cake. He ate that the next morning. Mmmm, sugar for breakfast. 8/10 from him.
My lovely daughter got the sorbets:
She ate all the fruit first and then played around with the sorbets- making patterns in her dish, shaping the sorbet into faces, that kind of thing. Cuz playing with food is so classy...

She gave it a 7/10
And the oldest got the creme brulee.
Now he ate all the food on his plate and nearly half of my food as well. By now he was stuffed. He still planned on dessert, but before he did more than nibble on the madeliene, I heard this loud gasp from him. I looked up and found what he was staring at- a woman across the way from us was nursing. Now, by no means am I saying I have any issues with nursing mothers, but she (at the time I looked) had
everything out and she wasn't in a hurry to cover back up. IMO, if there is nipple in full view of a restaurant, it has crossed a line.

DS was
bright red. The other two monkeys had their backs to her, but they saw our expressions and turned around too. Thankfully by then the baby was back in place and they just saw partial cleavage. It was still enough to make the younger son squirm a little.
That was it for my oldest though, he didn't want anything to eat after that. (I doubt he had any room anyway)
I got the Profiteroles.
This was the star of the dessert options. I give it a 9/10, I would certainly order that again.
Dad got crepes.
He deemed this tasty, but very sweet. He couldn't eat very much of it as a result.
Now here's where things went odd. The waiter asked for my Key to the World card since we were on the dinning plan. I had mine and all my kids in my pocket and I pulled one out at random, slipped it inside the black guest check presenter and handed it to him. He didn't come back for a while and I could see him walking back and forth and talking to some one very fast in French. Finally he returned to the table and said he was very sorry, but I didn't give him my card. I told him I had and pulled out my stack to count them, there were three, and it was my youngest son's that was missing. The waiter looked most alarmed and walked off again. A few minutes later I had the manager at the table asking me if I was sure I gave it to him. I told him I was and my oldest piped up and said he had seen me do it. He thanked me and left.
At this point I could see the waiter, the manager and two other cast members frantically searching
everywhere. The poor waiter looked like he was on the verge of tears. My oldest decided to be VERY helpful at this point and told his little brother that since his card was lost, he couldn't go to anymore parks. The littlest monkey was now on the verge of tears as well while I tried to assure him that wasn't true.
The host approached the table, but before he could say anything, my sweet little daughter let out a
very adult sized belch. (Once more we got a shocked look of horror from the French) She let out two more while her brothers laughed
loudly The host stood there for a second and then nodded and walked off to join the search.
After 15 minutes and five employees searching they
finally found the card.

Looks like it had bounced under the cash register stand after it was dropped. (big sigh of relief!)
The food here was good, it really was. But between the rude handler, the lost card, the nipple and the bleching/plate licking/barf-talking antics of my monkeys, it wasn't the best meal.
Oh well, we left with a belly's full.
As we walked away my boys started teasing their sister about her belching. She asked me if that was bad and I said it wasn't any worse that her brothers licking plates or talking loudly about rude things. Then I jokingly said (with a french accent):
"Uncultured swine! You may not return!" The monkeys laughed and my daughter said "No, we're uncultured
monkeys!" that got a chuckle from most of us until my youngest (who looked very confused) said "what does yogurt have to do with anything!"

Oh, we all lost it!
Looks like the only "culture" I've been providing my monkeys comes from the dairy section.

I scheduled some museum trips as soon as we got back...