marthas cafe

Food here was very good, but I guess the owner was puzzled as to why I was there at 2:30 pm wanting lunch (I was out walking around alone, and I didn’t want a sandwich because it was cold out).
I guess they assumed I didn’t speak much French because I overheard the following conversation (happening right next to me):
Him: I just don’t get it, it’s a strange way to eat.
Her: She’s hungry! But maybe we shouldn’t talk about it.
(Then she yelled something, I guess to check if I was listening — but I was eating and wasn’t initially sure if she was talking to me)
Smoking customer (yelling from across the patio before I could say anything): She doesn’t understand French!
I decided it was easier to just pretend like I didn’t understand at all. They didn’t seem malicious, just genuinely confused.
Anyway, I had a veal Parmentier — essentially like a shepherd’s pie served on a shallow pool of onion soup. It was great — very flavorful, very satisfying, just the right amount of food, and not expensive. The espresso was also very good (which hasn’t been the case everywhere).

Cadre simple et sympathique. équipe agréable, la serveuse fait notamment très bien son taf & reste très souriante. Carte peut être un peu trop limitée mais la cuisine de qualité. Italienne ou classique française. Prix corrects, on n’a pas essayé la carte des vins. WC bof. une catastrophe pour se garer mais ça, le restau n’y est pour rien.