Dinner at The Mother Chicken (La Mère Poulard) on Mont Saint Michel
This is the adorable Madame Poulard. She is responsible for making the most famous omelette in the world. So we had to try it, right? Am I right? Right.
We had escargots, smoked and grilled salmon omelettes, chocolate cake, and Crème Brûlée. It came to 95 Euros including a 10% tip. I think they’d make a lot more in tips if they didn’t insist on 10 percent. When I was leaving, I asked for more ice. Maureen said that I should not have asked for ice.
Something Never Before Witnessed by Man or Beast that Happened Right on Mont Saint Michel
Maureen disliked the omelette so much that she could not finish it. I really do not know how to convey the import of this event. Maureen could not finish a meal. This has never happened. I was shocked to my very roots. I asked, “Why?! What’s wrong with it?” “The texture”, she said. “I can’t stand the texture.” “Well, yeah it’s kind of foamy,” I said. “It’s all foam!” she cried out. A customer looked up and glanced at us with a curious expression. I finished mine. It was all right.
She enjoyed the escargots, though. She had never had them before. The waiter supplied us with small snail-holding and sharp-picking instruments. I told Maureen the pick was to kill it and she believed me. I’ll never forget her face. At least she was pleased with the appetizer and dessert.
From Mont Saint Michel to Saint-Malo
Earlier that day we took the shuttle bus to the Information Desk to inquire about Saint-Malo. It turns out we can make it to Saint-Malo tomorrow. We need not listen to our “concierge” who told us it was “too complicated.” More on Saint-Malo in the following post.
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