Still full from a big lunch that finished at 3:30pm, I decided to go easy on the tummy for my late dinner.
Actually, I was thinking to skip dinner as I was quite certain I could survive the night (and probably the next two weeks) without eating a crumb. But on my way back to the hotel I passed by this restaurant and the pans and pans of freshly baked pizzas called out to me.
The French order AND finish one whole pizza per person. I knew I could do the same, or even better.
I accepted the self-imposed challenge and got myself a table.
And then I chickened out the last minute. Hehe. Sorry, but I didn't want to die of bangungot in a foreign land where I knew no one.
Instead, I ordered something which I believe was lighter.
A glass of white
And a pot of mussels in white wine sauce (didn't touch the fries, I swear!)
Everything was mediocre, from the tiny mussels that seemed to be on diet all their lives,
to the fries (okay, fine, I had 5 cold and tasteless pieces), to the hard and stale bread,
to the hurried, almost nonexistent service.
Until this day I still think about the freshly baked thin-crust cheese-smothered pizzas and will forever be haunted by the what ifs.
Thankful for the basket of peaches I got earlier. Attacked it like a maniac back in the hotel room.
Aux Deux Palmiers: 14 Boulevard Victor Hugo, Nice, France. Tel: +33 (0)493 87 42 50
