My Kind of Food

I was staying in Menton, just across the border into France the other day and the hotel offered nothing more than the usual rubbish on its buffet so decided to drive the couple of kilometres into Montecarlo in search of something to start the day.

Right next to the famous casino we found a ‘brasserie’ that was serving breakfast dishes, the Cafe de Paris it was called.  There were three of us and two of us had fresh orange juice (which was very very good), a different combination of two of us also had what turned out to be tiny cups of ‘American’ coffee and all three of us ordered bacon and eggs.

The eggs, two of them, came in a shallow dish fresh from the oven with two pieces of bacon on top.  The egg yolks were just about soft on arrival but the dishes were so hot that by the time a knife was inserted they had become completely solid.  For two of us the underside of the eggs were also burned.  Given the price, which was very high – it being Monaco – this was a travesty.  They were ghastly!

By contrast the previous day we had enjoyed eggs with fresh white truffles from Alba shaved on top.  Eggs are such a simple dish and can be delicious or awful!