La presentation – c’est tout!
Hub fixes eggs for breakfast six days out of seven. Occasionally he whips up an omelette; stuffed with cheese, bacon, mushrooms, or assorted vegetables. Good, hearty filling. Eggs ‘n stuff on a plate.
But you gotta have the “stuff”, right? Otherwise it’s …. well, it’s just eggs … and they are way too bland to ever be considered a tasty omelette.
That’s what we thought.
Until that spring morning in Paris – brunch time, really – after we had wandered through the enchanting Passage de Choiseuil, perusing old book stores and vintage jewelry displays.
Not surprisingly, we found a café on the corner – a nondescript burgundy awning displaying simply, “Café”, in faded gold paint, slightly dirty windows; a few patrons huddled over newspapers or talking quietly with friends; certainly not one of the bustling “must eat” locales touted by Frommer’s guidebook. We didn’t care. We’re not part of the “must eat here” tourist crowd; we were hungry; and the café offered food.
We both ordered omelettes, having chosen cereal and fruit that morning for breakfast. We didn’t ask what ingredients would be mixed in with the eggs; trusting the kitchen staff to make the decision. After all, it was Paris. We’d adopted that certain “je ne sais quoi” attitude for our few remaining days in the city where delightful surprises greet you around every corner.
When the omelettes were placed in front of us, we both gasped, and I reached for the camera. Repeatedly we had been taken aback at the beautiful displays of food served during our European travels. This offering was no exception. Not only was the display richly colorful in its simplicity – white plate, yellow omelette and leafy greens – but the omelette itself, consisting of “just eggs” cooked in butter, was one of the most delicious we’d tasted.
We’ve made plenty of omelettes since our return home. But we always include “stuff” because we are absolutely positive, no matter how much butter we melt in the pan, we can never duplicate the mouth-watering visual effect of those Café omelettes.
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