Ever since I’m not working close to Shane anymore and we don’t get to spend breaks together we hardly see each other. We also have different weekend days and he won’t agree to come to dance swing with me. Soon he’ll be finishing his stage and leaving France, so as a (hopefully not) last dinner in a restaurant together, he called and suggested Monday dinner together. “Where do you want to go?” he asked while I was at work and had no idea. We just found out this Monday is the Easter Monday when many places close for vacation, and the “Best hamburger place in Paris” according to Shane was closed. So I challenged him: “1. Nothing with fries because I just had too many. 2. Not Italian. 3. Early so we can go out after. 4. Somewhere in the center so that I won’t have to run around the city too much.” I admit, together with the easter thing and being a Monday night it was quite a challenge. Later I got a message: “I made a reservation at this new bistro near Ecole Militaire for 7:30, Pottoka.”
Bravo Shane, that place fit all the restrictions and was a great choice! He was excited about the place being a Basque cuisine, and in the Basque language Pottoka is the name of an endangered pony. Interesting?
After a month not seeing each other we were chatty like old ladies. Between one story and another we were trying to read the menu in French even though we were offered a menu in English and refused. We shared an entrée and dessert and had two different main dishes.
Nice little place, I like it being small and inviting, not pretentious and cute. The lunch menu price is tempting (22 euro) but even without it we ended up paying 22 euro each for sharing two of the plates. Not too bad!
Afterwards I was happily just a few metro stops away from my favorite Monday night’s pub. Shane ended up going home with a poor excuse. We made plans to go for the very last dinner together a night before his flight back. Hopefully I will be able to make it :>
המגדל מצלעות הכבש וגבינת עיזים הכי הרשים אותי כמובן……..
“Unfortunately this caterpillar plate did not allow scooping all the sauce off the plate.” – sometimes the only solution is to pick up the plate a lick it clean – not that i would ever do that… 😉