The inside of the restaurant is typical: wooden tables, large windows, busy bar counter. Outside stretch the distinctive dark green canopies, with the Café Broglie logo in large white letters along the overhang. We were seated at a wooden table with comfortable cane chairs, and menus handed over by a waiter who spoke passable English. The food on the Café Broglie menu is a mix of French, Italian and some (restrained) fusion. After much thought, Tarun and I both chose the same dish: faux filet with a sauce of green peppercorns. We both decided we wanted our steak medium rare, and accompanied by a glass each of Reisling. I usually prefer juice or an aerated drink, but the drizzle had put me in the mood for wine, and since this was our last meal in Alsace (and Reisling is an Alsatian wine), a glass seemed in order. Café Broglie delivered—the wine was lovely, dry but not mouth-puckeringly so.
The food too was excellent. The steak was beautifully seared on the outside and moist on the inside, with the jus just so: meaty and rich, perfectly seasoned. On the side was a helping of steamed cauliflower, carrots, peas and beans, and a little sauceboat each of a tart, creamy sauce studded with green peppercorns. And, just in case that wasn’t enough for two hungry souls, there was a dish of diced sautéed potatoes, crisp and brown, that we heaped lavishly onto our plates. And there were thickly sliced hard rolls to mop up the sauce and the jus.
Both Tarun and I agreed that the food was very good, and the portion sizes correct: not too much, not too little. We might have ordered dessert if it hadn’t been for the fact that we had a train to catch and were in a hurry. As it was, we paid €45 for our meal (which included a tip—the service had been swift and courteous, and we genuinely wanted to leave a gratuity). Highly recommended.
One word of caution, though: if it’s raining and you’re sitting outside, make sure you sit at a table that’s in the centre of a canopy. Tables at the edges tend to get stray splashes of rain, as we discovered to our discomfort (we’d finished eating and were waiting for our bill, so it wasn’t an issue, but anyway).
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From journal Eating and Sleeping in Strasbourg
December 30, 2004
From journal Two Days in Strasbourg
, West Virginia
August 28, 2004
We were transported to a time when our small city in America had an active
downtown--before malls. I remember The Palace restaurant on a busy Main
Street in West Virginia, where my older sister had coffee before work. When my mother
and I "went to town," we treated ourselves to the Palace and saw people we knew. Decor
and menu were "continental." Oil paintings were of Cordoba, Spain, where our local
artist Raymond Stoker lived as an expatriate and painted courtyards now on UNESCO’s
list. (Those oils now live with me.) If the Palace were still there, I could walk to it some
morning, but a parking lot now detracts attention from historic buildings. When folk
reminisce, the Palace becomes a topic of conversation, and similar nostalgia will continue
in America’s small cities until we learn the value of public transit and
Cafe Broglie resembles the Palace: awninged windows on the sidewalk, a little brass,
some impressionism on the walls, and "continental" cuisine.
It’s a place where locals
"claim" a favorite spot by the window and read the morning paper.
Lighting was perfect
for early morning, relaxed, but bright enough to see, and help were waking up with their
coffee, but industrious. Some ineffable quality made Cafe Broglie the perfect
place to start our day--everything was ready to take care of us.
The best croissants in the world!
Our table was "ready" with basket of croissants. I thought Alsatian food was rich with
cream and butter, but the notion that this would affect a meer croissant hadn’t occurred to
me--aren’t they always rich? These were delicious beyond belief! No previous
experience of croissants could prepare anyone for them. Coffee was good, too. We paid
the waiter and were ready to go. He wanted paid again! He had charged us only for
coffee--a good bit!--and hadn’t charged us for croissants. I have a vague idea that they
are complimentary for "regulars." He asked for the second payment only after a lady in
the next room talked to him. The second receipt was only for 3 euro and change. We left
only 8 euro poorer--and had really stuffed ourselves with those croissants!
It’s the place to experience the city awakening. As we left, groups were chatting on the
corner, ready to start their day at Cafe Broglie.
From journal A Strasbourg Dawn