Inside LCdF we go, a family of first-timers, eager to see how we like this place. And how the boy will eat. Rather, IF the boy will eat.
We start with drinks, which means another Kronenbourg for me and some variety of white wine for Kristin. For apps, we both are big French Onion Soup fans, so the choice is obvious:
Delicious! I love Gruyere. The kids "ate" these, but I forget what they are, and AllEars isn't helping:
By "ate", I really meant "tasted". Kristin already knew what her entree would be before we got here, but I waffled between the duck, salmon, and what she got. Ultimately, we united under the flag of the beef short ribs, or "Plat de cote de boeuf au cabernet avee pates" as they call it here.
As we wait for our meal, I grab this pic of Emily and Kristin, with the former doing one of the classic Emily poses:
A waiter pushing a cart stops at our table and asks us if we'd like to meet the chef. Of course! He lifts the lid, and here he is:
LOVE IT!!! Totally unnecessary, but a really cool surprise. That pretty much sums up Disney, doesn't it? The meals arrive:
The kids got the breaded chicken strips, or "Blanc de Poulet aux Nouilles" as they call it here. I didn't get a picture before the meal, but I probably could've got one afterwards and seen the same thing. Well, ok, Emily at the pasta and some chicken, but Dylan didn't really seem interested. This is bugging Kristin, but I'm trying to enjoy my meal by not worrying about what he's doing.
Seeing that they are unable to crack through my defenses, the kids try "plan B", which is giggling and getting generally obnoxious, which ALWAYS involves Dylan doing the baby voice.
Now, the baby voice is ok in small doses, but really grinds Kristin's gears. Being somewhat juvenile in my own right, I can tolerate it, but it's not just the voice that's annoying. It's the fact that he's been told AGAIN and AGAIN about not doing that voice, and yet he keeps doing it. And I'm talking about the span of almost a year. "Dylan, every time you do that voice, you get in trouble, so why not just NOT do that voice?"
"I dunno."
So he does it, and we're not happy. We threaten "no swimming" when we get back to CSR, so he gets worried and stops. Momentarily. And that's it. No swimming. So now, the kids are really unhappy, but they've been goofing off for most of the meal, and nothing else was working. "All we ask is that you listen the first time."
"Can't I have another chance?"
Yes, that's Dylan's catchphrase. And the "another chance" usually doesn't matter, because he blows that one, too. So it's no swimming tonight. It was difficult to have to do that, since they were actually getting along for once. But more about the "no swimming" thing later, because it's time for our desserts! I got another beer and Kristin got another wine, but I also got this:
Creme Brulee, or "Creme Brulee" as they call it here. Vanilla Creme Brulee. Vanilla is my weakness; vanilla ice cream, Vanilla Coke, Vanilla Rally Cola (because nowhere around here stock Vanilla Coke anymore), vanilla vodka, vanilla creme brulee - I love it all, and this is no exception. Kristin, who is eating in a much brighter restaurant than the rest of us, gets this:
Profiterolles au Chocolat, which is basically cream puffs drenched in chocolate. And wonderful.
Dylan gets Huge Cookie:
And the fruit junkie gets the sorbet:
We finish up and head out into another beautiful Florida evening. It's hot, but who cares? And you know what else? My allergies are a NON ISSUE. I love Florida!
To sum up Le Chefs du France, it was very good, but certainly not an "every year" thing. I would definitely come back, but it's not quite at Biergarten/Kona status just yet. If you haven't been there, I would suggest it as a chance to try something new, though.
Outside, we get some more shots...
...including one of something that we WILL NOT tolerate:
With dinner down, it's time to decide what to drink - er, I mean, what to see next, so it's over the bridge toward the UK...