It felt surreal piling into Mr. London’s car and driving to the restaurant. While I had been gone from France for four months, being back in Toulon with my family made those four months all but disappear. We were all together again, just like I had never left, and when I walked through the doors of the quaint, Provençal restaurant, I truly felt like I was home again; a luxurious, drawn out dinner kicked off with an apéro before slowly making its way through each course, was exactly what I had been missing. It was scrumptious.
Being July, the cozy, winter atmosphere of the restaurant kind of lacked the magic it had had back in February, and instead of the food being cooked over a fire in the diningroom, the fire was flaming outside. But, the food was still every bit as delicious as I had remembered.
Gregory and I ordered the medallions of beef and scallops, which came on a large, wooden plate, with each succulent bite layered over the other. And for dessert, the four of us requested the Café Gourmand which was served on this humongous platter of perfection; chocolate cake, apple tart, crème brûlée, slices of watermelon, and a bowl of freshly whipped cream. It didn’t take me long to remember how I had survived for so long without Tex-Mex.
Clearly, somethings never change.