Joan and I took a pleasant break today for lunch at Chez Maman in her neighborhood. At noon, the only seating left were the curbside two-tops for dining al fresco. It was a sunny day with a light breeze and we decided to keep our table despite its definite downhill tilt.
Joan ordered the merguez panini and confessed to her near addiction to this sandwich. After her assurances that the croque monsieur was good, I ordered that. Both plates came with some lightly dressed bitter greens.
The croque monsieur was made with thick slices of pouffy and airy brioche with a delicately browned toasty surface. Its a nice, light, non-buttery version with a soothing taste and texture. I suggested that we exchange halves of our sandwiches to have a taste of each. On trying the merguez, I immediately felt guilty for talking her out of the tastier lunch! The meat itself in the sausage was rather mild and non-gamey, but there was something about the composition with the chewy roll, soft cheese and creamy sweet onions that got to me too. Now I understood her yen for the chili-spiked sausage.