Les sardines

I am a fan of sardines. I have the tinned kind at home several times a month. Vicki, on the other hand, does not like them at all, so I have to time those carefully or I won’t get a kiss that day.

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This is not about that kind of sardine. This is about fresh, grilled sardines. In my mind, they are not even the same fish, the grilled ones tasting completely different. 

Today, we visited a place called Le Banc des Sardines, a small hut on the port with only 6-7 tables and umbrellas. It was around 91 degreesm F. Can you guess what they serve? Grilled sardines. You can have a few other things, like wine or coffee, even a dessert, but what you order is grilled sardines. And they were wonderful. 

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Vicki tried them, and to say she didn’t care for them is perhaps understating things a bit. The end result was that I got her plate of sardines too. With a promise that we would find something for her after (ice cream), I ate every bite. And I would return tomorrow - but I would be alone.

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We did find ice cream afterwards, but we still haven’t found soft-serve pistachio. That will be the pinnacle of ice cream for Vicki. We also stopped at a bakery-pastry shop and this brioche was behind the counter.

It was huge. About 2 feet across (or about 61 cm). I guess people bought pieces of it; I don’t know how you would use that much other than at a party.