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| - Solid, affordable brassiere fair served in a comfy, airy space trying its hardest to look vintage Paris. I'm about as comfortable at Phillips Place as Billy Graham is at a "bama rally, but the staff did a perfect job of chilling me out and filling my tummy.
Noteworthy: The ratio of women-to-men the entire time we were eating hovered at about 20-to-1. Which I found extremely amusing. Another fun moment: when the staff and tables surrounding a 10-member elderly ladies meet-up all hushed and waited for them to finish saying grace. Tehehe.
We chose what we assumed would be lighter entrees - his was the open faced veg sammich, mine the quiche florentine (10 and 9, respectively). I've never had a slice of quiche like the slice I had today - they somehow managed to make fondue into a pie. It was amazing, but not in any way a healthy choice, although the side salad helped to balance it out a little. His was equally surprising - although it appeared light on the butter fats, it had a hidden decadence that we both found interesting and irresistible. The frites were insanely thin and perfectly fried. Awesome. I'm going to have to try the pizza and benedicts, but maybe on a saturday when I can take a long nap afterwards. Ya.
I think I'd be tempted to give Monte's a fifth star but for one thing; the coffee. Anyone that's been to France knows how seriously the baristorial arts are taken there - and if you're going to go French Bistro as intensely as Monte is trying to, your coffee had better be up to snuff. My au lait was not satisfactory - tasted cheap, stale, and like it had been made with skim milk. Not a problem with construction but ingredients. And $3.
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