Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Eat It - Croissants de France, 816 Duval St., Key West, FL 305-294-2624
I know exactly what you're thinking. How can a restaurant with a name about as banal as "American Cheeseburgers" obtain the coveted "Eat It" designation? I'll tell you why. That's the whole point of this blog, so listen up, or just read it silently to yourself. And I know the word "hamburger" is German, but they're American. Lighten up. You get the point of the analogy.
There were lots of surprises we encountered at this restaurant. At first glance at the sign and modest entrance, one would expect this to be a little bakery/cafe where you can get a coffee and baked good to go, with maybe a little round table and two uncomfortable padded chairs if you're lucky enough to find them unoccupied.
Mais, non non non! Ce n'est pas comme ca! That means "it's not like that" for all of you Philistines who haven't studied French. Croissants de France is a rather large restaurant, capable of handling the Sunday breakfast and brunch crowd. We were seated immediately, and served quickly and with a smile. Key West seems to have spoiled me.
Pictured above is, ironically, the Americano. I upgraded to the Americano with ham and bacon. I'm Cuban and we can't say no to pig products. It's in our DNA. This is the Americano description from the menu:
Open-faced butter Croissants layered with scrambled Eggs, lightly dusted with Paprika and Scallions served with our special Mustard Sauce on the side.
I would really like to eat that for breakfast everyday. Good thing I don't live in Key West. I would not be the sleek junior middleweight that I am (I stole that line from my brother, who is definitely NOT a junior middleweight). As you can see from the photo, this is not what you'd call a "healthy meal" or something you should "eat regularly" or even "look at". You think buttering a croissant is redundant you say? If by "redundant" you mean "delicious" then I agree.
Also pictured above with my meal is a wonderful cafe au lait, served in a very large mug, just as in France. It was perfect.
Marguerite had a panino. It had basically the same ingredients as mine, but on grilled bread and without the bacon (which was the best either of us had ever tasted). She gobbled that baby up, I'll tell you what. I think by the time I snapped another photo, her plate was clean. I just want to point out that that is her right hand in the foreground. No reason, just you know, pointing it out.
In case you don't believe my description of how delicious the food was, I believe this photo speaks for itself. It appears that I am moaning "soooooo gooooood".