Lee reserved us a table for lunch on Tuesday at Michel Sarran in Toulouse. It's the first two star restaurant we've eaten in. Luckily, Lee had the foresight to tell them of my 'shellfish allergy'. No way was I chancing eating icky cockles and creepy things with tentacles and feelers. Shudder.
Our combined knowledge of French is rough to say the least and even with French phrases on iPhones and pocket dictionaries, we weren't doing brilliantly. I of course, turned into a complete idiot every time anyone came near me or tried to speak to me, I couldn't even speak English to them for fear of looking like a foolish tourist. I will henceforth be extremely patient with foreign people.
Everything was so beautifully done, even the bread sticks on the table were art.
I had the sea bass on couscous.
Lee's cheese board
The wee ice cream cone after the meal. After we'd eaten, Michel Sarran the man himself came out to our table to see how we liked the meal. He spoke English. Of course, we loved the meal, every bit of it.