Yesterday Miranda (godchild) and I went shoe shopping. I am to be her big-footed mentor, I guess. After a few fruitless stops, we were hungry, so we went to Café De La Presse for lunch. Our usual godmeal is sushi, but I’m trying to push her food boundaries a little.

We sat at a tall table in the bar, which was fine. Good views of the downtown bustle. MIranda got a burger and they HAD NO FRIES. They did have roasted potatoes, which were fine after the initial impression of having gotten a half a plate of olives. And no, she did not eat any of the vegetable matter pictured here (unless you count the ketchup) but I did.

I had the Salade aux Petits Lardons, which was the usual frisée with a poached egg and lardons, only it also had bacon! The egg was perfect and round which I still can’t do. Not only did it have lardons and bacon, but it also seemed to have both croutons and… bagel chips? That’s what they seemed like. Maybe micro-toasts. The server told me they were out of rosé by the glass, but then they poured a glass for someone else at the bar. I somehow got the impression that this server was not actually sure what rosé was. That part was not typical.

Anyway, we had food Miranda would eat, and then we were strong to go in search of more great big shoes. (We found a pair we ordered in another color after we got home.)