Walking in, the restaurant looks like it's been there forever--there's dark wood, the overwhelming smell of rosemary. We were immediately seated upstairs--next to a table full of ladies who lunch. (Side note, how on earth are they able to get wasted on white wine in the middle of the week?)
So, usually I don't take pictures of bread, but this is brioche! Savory, flaky, delish brioche. Oh my heaven.
We were starving and ordered lunch and beers immediately. J got the fried chicken.
There were so many things that were perfect about this fried chicken. The skin was crisp, the chicken was juicy. It had this nice, garlic-herb flavor to it. And yes, that is fried thyme and rosemary.
We also ordered a side of the mac and cheese. I had read so much about it.
It was delicious and clearly indulgent.
I had ordered the croque madame, which was their special for the day.
Bechamel cheese? Yes! Ham? Yes!! Fried egg?! Oh wow...I think this would be fitting for a last-meal for me.