A finale so fine, and not so French.

Since we were in Nice, we thought we wanted fabulous French food to cap off a fabulous holiday. But, the within-walking-distance place recommended by our concierge had garnered semi-negative reviews on the Web ("mediocre food," "antagonistic toward Americans," etc.) Still, we had zero energy to find a new place, hail a taxi, etc., so we walked the .2 kms to the suggested bistro. No one was there. Granted, it was Monday night but, on the way, we passed a tiny, nondescript hole-in-the-wall place that smelled like heaven, where two large parties of boisterous Frenchmen were dining happily. We took a deep breath and walked in. What followed was an experience we'll never forget...

Relatively inexpensive and exactly the kind of dive we would love at home, we didn't even know what kind of food it was, but the owners were from Mayotte, so we assumed the delectable cuisine was of the region. The best parts were the older gentleman who spontaneously broke into song all night and the group celebrating a "birthday/wedding" (props and all) who were all-too happy to pose for a photo...

 

 Merci, Mesdames et Messieurs.... and party on!!