Here is what we had:
After nibbles with drinks, dinner began with crisp-skinned red mullet, accompanied by marinated (but still crunchy) vegetables, onions, cabbage, cucumber.
Then foie gras in a mysterious rich (alchemical?) broth.
The lively main course was roast veal and sweetbreads. I didn't like the way the picture of this came out - sometimes food photography defeats me, as in: ooohh, brown lumps on brown stuff, um, I can see why you love to eat out in France.
Dessert was simple - house-made honey ice cream with praline crunchies.
And there was wine.
And the neighborhood is merry and colorful for walking around after dinner.