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| - We'd trekked all the way to M&B, looking forward to some good thin-crust pizza for dinner when a sign on their door stopped us like a third-wheel cock blocker: "Closed. Private party for hospice volunteers tonight." WAAH!*
So we searched the culinary wasteland around King & Sherbourne and settled on Le Petit Dejeuner, which is primarily a brunch spot but we were prompted by their charmant interior and chalkboard sign offering moules frites.**
We started with the soup du jour: French onion soup ($6). The broth was rich and heady but I wish it had been served in one of those cute little crocks, the kind that allows the cheese to bubble over and get all crusty along the sides. And I wish the chef didn't have such a heavy hand with the fresh thyme because I had to keep picking the thick, woody half-chewed*** stems out of my mouth.
Next up was a wacky salade Nicoise ($11) that was composed with mayonnaise-y tuna salad, dabs of mashed potato, and big shards of papadum. It was a salad that had traveled from Nice to middle America by way of New Delhi. Quel bizarre.
Luckily, the LPD moules frites ($14) did not disappoint. A big towering portion of mussels arrived in a creamy rosé sauce fragrant with herbs and coconut milk, and a thick slab of of buttery challah toast. The frites were hot and crisp, made only more delicious by the house-made mayo.
The wine list is short, and much like their Nicoise salad, scattered across the globe with Dao from Portugal ($35) and Cab Sauv from California ($40), to name a couple.
LPD does offer good value for the price in a charming space. I think one way they keep prices down is by short-staffing. We only saw one sweet-but-frazzled waitress that night who had to play host, bartender, and server to the 14 or so customers. So, yeah, the meal came at a "leisurely" pace.****
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* At least the closure wasn't for a bunch of corporate douchebags.
** And it was hella cold! I'm not used to these temps in September!
*** Half-chewed by me otherwise that'd be ew.
****And by leisurely, I mean "I'm gonna choke a bitch if I didn't get some food soon" kind of pace.
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