We each had a choice for the main course. We tried the Pyrenees lamb loin, the Beef Bourguignon and a fish dish (it was unclear because of a language issue exactly what this was).
An afternoon snack at Pierre Herme (which was preceded by a stop at competing macaron shop, Laduree). I'd never been a big fan of these french treats until I tried them here. They converted me, but at the same time made it even harder to like any of the far inferior versions proliferating at cafes in New York City. On this day, I chose vanilla and olive oil; peach, apricot and saffron; and chocolate passionfruit, which turned out to be my favorite.