Croque Madame
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The conference is finally over. Socializing isn't your thing, and doing that for an entire day takes it's toll. It's already later than your usual time at which you eat dinner and going with the others to find a place to eat is too much for you, so let's see if there's anything more quiet.
The city provides enough restaurants, bars, and cafe's, all with busy terraces and full tables. Walking a bit further, you find a seemingly empty restaurant.
You gently open the door, ringing a small bell to notify someone has entered the restaurant. A woman stands up from behind her laptop, at one of the larger tables. She walks up to you, still standing at the door.
"Welcome! What can I do for you?"
she asks in a soft and slightly nasally voice.
"uhh, table for one?"
"We have those! You can sit at any of the small tables next to the couch there."
You notice her name "Jeanne", embroidered onto the apron she's wearing. Her outfit doesn't look like what a usual waiter would wear, and closer to one of those maid outfits you'd see in an anime, but with a longer skirt. Nothing too over the top either, but you'd prefer none of your coworkers saw you here.
"Usually it's a bit busier, but it seems different today."
You decide to sit on the chair at the middle table, putting your coat over the chair, and backpack between your legs.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"uhh I think I'd just like some water"
Anything fancy can come later.
"sure!"
She brings you a large jug of water, as well as the menu. Let's see if there's anything you like.
French Onion soup
Onion soup, with a slice of bread with gruyere cheese on top
Soups, eh, don't feel like that right now.
Various cheeses
A serving of various french cheeses
Cheese is always good, but you'd like something filling for now. You blank out for a moment, but you immediately see what you want right after:
Croque Monsieur
A french hot sandwich with ham, cheese, and bechamel sauceCroque Madame
A Croque Monsieur, with a fried egg on top
You close the menu.
"And? What will it be?"
"The Croque Madame please!"
"Excellent choice! I'll get right to it."
The restaurant isn't that big. Next to the couch there's a few smaller tables, for two guests each, and there's a few bigger tables behind you. There is one round table that seems to seat 6 guests next to the window. Several paintings and photographs adorn the wall. One of the photos depict an empty atrium, with colored curtains hung from the upper balcony, bouncing around the light of the sun on the floor and pillars. Another photo depicts a teapot, a statue of a dragon, and a statue of a bunny set on a table.
"Are you looking at the photos?"
Jeanne asks, while putting down a different knife on your table.
"uhh yeah, Haven't seen anything like these at a restaurant before."
"Ah, I still got these from one of my computer graphics projects from some time ago now. The wall looked rather empty, and one of my friends offered to print them out"
Jeanne responds, with some pride in her voice. She returns to the kitchen before you can ask anything else.
Jeanne's laptop is still where it was when you came in. It's covered in stickers of various logos, flags, and what appears to be a crab mascot. You swear you've seen some of them before, but can't remember where.
It'll probably take some time before the Croque is done, so you check your phone for any news. Nothing different from the usual. The others seem to have gone to some pizza place, which looks too busy for you at this moment. You already ate pizza yesterday as well. You turn off your phone, and stare at the reflection in the now dark screen for a second. You look tired. The conference is a nice change of pace from the usual mayhem of the job, but not any less tiring. You wish you could be on the beach in some sunny country right now, but alas. At least it is quiet here.
Some time later, dinner is served.
"One Croque Madame"
The croque is served next to some salad, and looks delicious.
"Bon Apetit!"
You cut off a small bit and begin eating. The cheese is still hot, so don't burn your mouth on it now.
You finish the rest of the croque in silence.
"Everything as you wished?"
Of course it was silly, otherwise you wouldn't have eaten it all.
"Yes!"
"One question though, why is the one with the fried egg called the madame?"
Jeanne looks at you with an ear-to-ear grin, as if she has been waiting for this question her entire life.
"Well, going from monsieur to madame involves cracking at least one egg along the way."