Knowing my current penchant towards waffles, when trying a delicious cider here on a Friday night, outside under the heater, my colleague suggested we come back for waffles on my last day – boss’s shout! And so we did. I came with high expectations. Continue reading
I always laugh when I hear the name Toulouse, as my French-Canadian tutor used to say “that’s where the All Blacks go to lose!” Hardy ha ha. Ahem that was some time ago.
Our GPS had the most dire French pronunciation that made us laugh, however it always too us directly to a restaurant address for lunch, as you know that’s a priority for me. Thanks to Rick Stein and luck on our side, we got the last table outside, with no reservation, in the sun, at Au Pere Louis- winebar/restaurant.