Tillings new restaurant

I'm idling away time waiting for the legendary telephone
repairman so here is a blow-by-blow description of last
nights dinner.

Peter G., his daughter and little grandson Sonny
plus Kat and I decided to eat out to celebrate the family's
arrival.

Being Monday, everywhere was closed except for the
new place - Jean-Luc Robbins' old restaurant, in front
of the café de la Gare.
There were a couple eating but otherwise it was deserted.

Kat had checked that there was a 15 euros menu and we
were agreed on that; onion soup/plate of meat/plate of vedg
(doesn't it sound better in french) chicken and chips or steak,
illes flottant/chocolate mouse/ice cream. Plus a bit of wine.

And it was vraiment excellent. Certainly not haute cusine
but dead good nosh.

My onion soup was homemade with real croutons hot from
being fried in olive oil; Kats crudites looked brill, well presented
with a good variety of fresh raw vedge. We all tried the meat
because there was too much - paté, salami, ham, prettily
tricked out with salad and a carved carrot flower.

Three of us went for the poulet supreme which was smart of
us - leg of chicken in a delicious sauce, little round mounds of
puréed carrot , home made chips. Reports of the entrecote
were good.

Me and Pete had ices - me because I was afraid the chocolate
mousse would be one of those pinkish/beige gelatinous ones.
My mistake. It was house made proper chocolate mousse
though I didn't get a taste as the girls wolfed it down. Ices
were as ices are and they had a good selection (though no
liquorish)

The extra half litre of house plonk came in at 5 euroes which
is where they make their profit; ditto the little muscat apero
at 3 each. But hey, celebration.

I suppose to congratulate the sweet waitress on the level of
service is a bit daft, given that there was no-one else to serve.
She was funny and attentive and helped with Sonny and felt
like a friend by the end of the night.

Unlike the phone repair man - still no sign of him. Guess I'll
just go to work...