Unfortunately in Grenoble between the hours of 14:00 to 19:00 most restaurants stopped serving food. So if you miss out, you’ll have to make do with the last of the lunch time sandwiches…unless you make it to Les Archers. Because they are open all day and served traditional French cuisine, our starving selves made it to their tables.
I was so hungry that I didn’t take many photos, but instead attacked the food in front of me with gusto. Traditional French, yes definitely. Mr H ordered a horse burger, it was served to him with no bread buns. Seems that’s how they roll.
I had my favourite Moules Mariniere. One of my more vivid memories of Paris was building stacks of empty mussel shells after fishing them out from their white wine and cream sea. What was served was very tasty, but not as good as I remember (memories are viewed with rose tinted glasses). Definitely better than what I have had in the UK.
Hannah was a lot more adventurous, ordering Andouillette; or, in English, tripe sausage. Coming from the Philippines, nothing would scare me and after enjoying a good chunk of it, concluded it was very similar to the Filipino speciality Isaw; or, in English, Grilled Chicken Intestines. Tasty, but I could never have too much.
No wine this time, due to our overindulgence the night before. Hence the laziness and the lateness of our awakening. And the next night was not going to be much different. We were off to the Druid’s Pub, to watch the England vs France Six Nations Rugby Match.
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38000 Grenoble, France
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