Cafe Luluc, Smith St. between Baltic and Butler Sts.
I've dined here alone quite a bit, dear reader(s), and it should be a surprise for all of us that I haven't written about this establishment sooner. It's quite a treat.
Cafe Luluc - which I could have sworn was Cafe Lulu with a small registered trademark symbol next to it, it's not, it's a smaller font "c", strange - is a French? bistro that plays Latin? music. I think. Something like that. It's fucking super cute, with bottles of wine lining the banquettes, and newspapers and magazines lining the walls.
I went in last night after work, around 11:15 craving something I have had there an earlier time - Mussels Poulette. The dish is mussels steamed in a tarragon cream sauce with bacon, celery and leeks. They call this dish an appetizer. It's enormous. Based on my previous experience, I ordered just the Mussels and a side of French Fries. I was feeling for a drink, because I had just gotten off of work and it's a job I don't care for, so I ordered a glass of rose wine. The menu just offers white, red, or rose wine, with no indicator as to the producer. The server asked if I wanted "regular or sparkling." Um, fucking duh, I get real queer for sparkling rose, so pour it up my dear man.
The wine came, it was kinda flat. I didn't care too much to change it. The food came and I jizzed in my pants. Now, call me a rube, but when I order shellfish, I kinda like to get the shells out of the way first. Like all of them. Just five minutes of work and then uninterrupted heaven. And that's what I did. And I took handfuls of French Fries and threw 'em in the sauce. I killed that dish. Absolutely killed it.
The bill came out to 24 bucks or so. It's a cash only joint, so I left 30, got on my bike with a heavy grin, and peddled my satiated self back home.
Another satisfying meal enjoyed, all alone.
