One Chez was not enough for me this week. So the aforementioned Mike and I decided to have lunch at Chez Maman. Before we left the office, Mike wondered aloud if I’d have any options there. (He’s a sweet boy, that Mike.) So we checked their site. And I proceeded to do back flips with joy.
Several veggie apps: check.
A bundle of salad choices: check.
A veggie panini: check.
Vegetarian burger: check.
Vegetarian crepe: check.
Vegetarian quesadilla: check.
Vegetarian entrée: nope, but I forgive them, anyway.
The meal was just what we needed on a blustery, sun soaked San Francisco day. We split the Warm Goat Cheese with Arugula and Cipollini Onion salad. The onions lent just the right amount of sweetness. Then I enjoyed the Vegetarian Crepe (filled with ratatouille, or so it seemed—not mind-blowing, but good enough) while Mike dug into a burger smothered in more goat cheese. Thankfully, he shared his fries, which were divine.
Who knew Chez Maman offered so many vegetarian options? (Apparently everybody but me.) Plus, the waiters are très French—just like they are at Chez Papa—so you get to feel all Euro while you listen to zem recount zee daily specials. Seriously, is there a monthly boatload of sassy French waiters and waitresses shipped to San Francisco to keep Chez Papa, Chez Maman and Plouf running? Or are they all faking it because they know idiot Americans like me eat that shit up? Either way, count me in.