I headed toward South Park Mall the other night to dine at Cafe Monte. The restaurant itself is within the Phillips Place shopping complex. This French-style eatery isn't the typical place I tend to enjoy but I figured I should give it a chance. I tried crystal meth...why not French food? Now, I know French bread, wine, etc... are fairly delicious so I knew I wasn't going to starve to death, however, I was unaware of what my options would be as far as entrees go. Read More to Continue.
I went to the cafe on a Tuesday evening and it was relatively empty. I arrived right around 8pm. I don't traditionally eat that late, but for some fucking reason I found myself procrastinating when it came to food on this particular night.
Upon entering, you walk right by the breakfast bar and "cafe" part of the restaurant. I have been told by a few acquaintances that they serve a mean breakfast at this joint. Obviously, I didn't give a damn about that because I wasn't there to eat breakfast.
The main seating is toward the back of the restaurant. Once seated, I quickly ordered a $26 bottle of Pinot Grigio before the waiter could open his mouth/leave after simply placing a glass of water on my table. I hate to wait.
I then began to glance at the menu. I noticed a caesar salad occupied a slot amongst their appetizers. Caesar salad is by far one of my favorite things to eat. In fact, when I get old and decrepit, I plan on writing a book about all the caesar salads I've eating, and where I have eaten them. Anyways, I digress.
I looked at the entrees and immediately found my choice. Herb roasted chicken, with mash potatos and asparagus. Asparagus is one of those weird-ass foods I actually enjoy. Kind of like broccoli.
The waiter soon returned with my wine, and a basket of warm bread with a side of butter. The bread was phenomenal - the wine was okay.
I glanced around the joint and noticed a lot of older people. I believe they gazed upon me with great disdain as they probably felt like an intruder had discovered their precious eatery and it would never be the same. To all of you, go fuck-eth yourselves.
My entree came. The chicken was good, the portion size was small however. That's Europe for you. Having lived in London for a short period of time, I was a little happy to enjoy the meals of my past...but a little pissed too. When I wait until 8pm to eat, I better get a shit-ton of food.
The meal itself was very good. I give props to the chef. The vibe of the place was a little quiet and boring. I think it would make a great place to bring your date...if you're into that shit. Hooker's are easier. Anyways, I would highly recommend you give Cafe Monte a shot...breakfast or dinner.
Upon entering, you walk right by the breakfast bar and "cafe" part of the restaurant. I have been told by a few acquaintances that they serve a mean breakfast at this joint. Obviously, I didn't give a damn about that because I wasn't there to eat breakfast.
The main seating is toward the back of the restaurant. Once seated, I quickly ordered a $26 bottle of Pinot Grigio before the waiter could open his mouth/leave after simply placing a glass of water on my table. I hate to wait.
I then began to glance at the menu. I noticed a caesar salad occupied a slot amongst their appetizers. Caesar salad is by far one of my favorite things to eat. In fact, when I get old and decrepit, I plan on writing a book about all the caesar salads I've eating, and where I have eaten them. Anyways, I digress.
I looked at the entrees and immediately found my choice. Herb roasted chicken, with mash potatos and asparagus. Asparagus is one of those weird-ass foods I actually enjoy. Kind of like broccoli.
The waiter soon returned with my wine, and a basket of warm bread with a side of butter. The bread was phenomenal - the wine was okay.
I glanced around the joint and noticed a lot of older people. I believe they gazed upon me with great disdain as they probably felt like an intruder had discovered their precious eatery and it would never be the same. To all of you, go fuck-eth yourselves.
My entree came. The chicken was good, the portion size was small however. That's Europe for you. Having lived in London for a short period of time, I was a little happy to enjoy the meals of my past...but a little pissed too. When I wait until 8pm to eat, I better get a shit-ton of food.
The meal itself was very good. I give props to the chef. The vibe of the place was a little quiet and boring. I think it would make a great place to bring your date...if you're into that shit. Hooker's are easier. Anyways, I would highly recommend you give Cafe Monte a shot...breakfast or dinner.
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