After an easy breazy evening of people watching in the chilled out Luxemburg Palace Gardens, we strumbled upon this little gem – hidden away along a cobbled side street close by. We happened to be strolling past as it was opening for dinner (7.30pm to be precise!), and were drawn in like moths to a flame.
The waiter ushered us to a window table and I ordered a bottle of Sancerre, delighted that we had the place to ourselves. No one to overhear my dire French accent. Give it another ten minutes, and it’s full house. The poor passersby chancing their arm for a table sans reservation were met with the complete disgust of the waiter for their sheer gumption.
On a side note can we all just appreciate how hilariously entertaining French waitors are to in general?! They are so incredibly rude. God love the poor American tourists. I digress. (The staff in this place were actually saints in comparison to others we were waited on by.)
To be honest, I’m never too snap happy when I’m dining, or in company in general, and so apologies for the photographs – both to you and to La Maison Du Jardin as they fail to do justice.
But trust me on the food was incredible. For starters I went with prawns, served on a bed of curried avocado… It was insanely good. The toast was served straight from the oven, and the prawns were practically swimming in the avocado they were so fresh. My dinner date copied me with their starter selection, and I pretty much devoured his also.
I went with a turbot risotto for mains; He went with seabream. Both were delicious, and reminded me why I’m so in love with french food. The risotto was perfect – rich and creamy without being too heavy. I literally could have eaten twenty portions. Why must my favourite foods be fattening, why?! The seabream was delicious; incredibly tasty and served with perfectly prepared brocolli and potatoes.
Tiramisu seemed to be our choice of dessert for the weekend – I must have ordered at least five in 72 hours. And so for desserts in La Maison Du Jardin we went with tiramisu. (One each, obivously.) And I wonder how I gained half a stone in a weekend. It was tres delicieux in fairness!