Bofinger

Monday night we had dinner at the Bofinger before we went to the Opera (described below)

The Bofinger is a real treat. It is a real Brasserie. They have a tremendous Choucroute, and it is worth every bite. The building is pure Belle Epoch. The people are part of the evening. This time we called to make reservations early, because we had the Opera tickets. They actually LAUGHED at us for trying to make reservations at 6:30. They said we didn’t need them. (But they asked when we showed up!)

We started off with some wonderful raw oysters. They are expensive by Houston standards, where we are use to $5/doz. These were €17.40 per six (that’s a half dozen to my younger readers). While these really called for a chalky Chablis or even a Champagne, we had a dry Riesling. Not bad!

Then for dinner Doreen had Steak Tartare (“do you know what that is?” They asked when she ordered it) and I hade the Choucroute Paysanne. (I had to get the blood sausage!). It was a wonderful meal. We passed on dessert.