Everyone in U.S. and at least one in France (right, Olivier?) knows that the Super Bowl, the American football championship game, was played last night. Mrs. C and I have no interest in football whatever. We consider it to be a violent, crass, marketing spectacle. For at least 25 years, we've always gone out to dinner during the event. It's our own private Stupid Bowl party.
We made a good choice this year, dining at Brasserie By Niche in the Central West End. It's a spin-off of Niche, über-chef Gerard Craft's adventurous leader in the local fine dining scene. The Brasserie is warm, welcoming and a haven for Francophiles. Wonderful, satisfying Gallic country food. The service was very good. There is a broad, reasonably priced, mostly-French wine list. There in no television in the bar showing the game. It's a good value too. We'll be back.
The game is probably winding down as I write this. I don't know the score. Sorry, Olivier, but go Corsairs!
We made a good choice this year, dining at Brasserie By Niche in the Central West End. It's a spin-off of Niche, über-chef Gerard Craft's adventurous leader in the local fine dining scene. The Brasserie is warm, welcoming and a haven for Francophiles. Wonderful, satisfying Gallic country food. The service was very good. There is a broad, reasonably priced, mostly-French wine list. There in no television in the bar showing the game. It's a good value too. We'll be back.
The game is probably winding down as I write this. I don't know the score. Sorry, Olivier, but go Corsairs!
