Lynda, Sharon, Matt, Evie and I went to Chez Gerard tonight for post-Christmas nosh. Others were invited but were otherwise engaged, or still tied to relatives, or something.
We got the broody waitress, so service was good: Sharon could just wave Evie in her general direction and we’d get some attention.
My meal was pretty good: French onion soup (heavy on the onion and the bread; marshland rather than garden pond) and a puy lentil casserole with a nice bite to it, looking like a huge chilli seen from across the room. Good anti-Christmas (but nicely warming) food. I feel like going back again soon and eating exactly the same thing.
Avaragado’s rating: 9 on the Schmichter scale