Delicieux

A lovely benefit of being in Quebec for even the limited time we were is that you begin to enjoy French things, even the French language. So it was that we discovered a creperie next door to a bank where one of us had to conduct some business. This was our last day in Rimouski. We had worked hard and, as they say, we had packed a lot in. A lot in, that is, to the car. It was stuffed to the gills. Brio was "on the hard." We spent the morning exploring the forest, walking over the suspended bridge. So, it was a moment for a treat, a French treat.

Brio was a bit envious. But after having paid her so much attention over the previous three weeks, it was time to turn our attention to la cuisine. Here's the entrance, right downtown, on Av. de la Cathedrale.

Imagine: The inside is just as relaxed and funky as is the outside. And you can create your own crepe, limited only by your imagination.

Their food appeals to the entire family:

You can see that even if you don't speak French, you can catch the drift, relax a bit and enjoy the atmosphere and, of course, the food. To be safe, though, let's go to English!

This is really just a sampling, a soupcon, to open our eyes, our minds and, of course, our taste.

My choise was the Forestiere. In French, the first ingredient was Rosbif. The roast beef was delicious. The entire crepe was one, even though there were many parts to it. The mushrooms, zuchinni and pesto were all married beautifully with the beef. Of course, the rich cream sauce pulled everything together in a delightful way. Charlie's crepe was also lovely and Steve enjoyed a terrific salad.

Of course, all ages were welcome, from the most senior to les enfants. In that way, it was a most agreeable family restaurant.

Near the end of our meal, the text arrived: "You are needed at the boat!" The bill, la facture, was paid and off we went to Brio, the crane, the truck and Charlie, the mechanic.

Bon appetit and cheers,

Brio