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We staggered into Bouchon for brunch on Sunday afternoon, after a long, long, long, night of boozing, partying, and gambling. My eyes, surrounded by dark purplish circles, could barely focus on the menu. I needed caffeine.
Dear sweet Jesus. They had Diet Coke. In. A. Bottle. $4 a pop? Was it worth it? Hell yes. I ordered 2 of them.
Anyway, my friends ordered the bread pudding french toast, banana waffles, quiche du jour (florentine), and I ordered the omelette (ham and spinach) of the day. My dish came with a heaping portion of thick, crispy BACON! Super stuff. I ordered a side of pommes frites as well.
Ok, let me just state: the fries were damn good. Like, REALLY good. Maybe some of the best fries I've had in a long time.
Kudos, Bouchon. I am chef Keller's bitch for life.
Until next time, Napa Valley, here I come!
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