Rickster Z.
Yelp
Back in the days when I was single and often forced to forage for my own meals, I frequently ended up at La Madeleine for evening meals and many weekend breakfasts. I know it's hard to believe, but there was an abundance of weekday nights, after I toiled 10-12 hours at the office, where I supped all by my sad little lonesome, forlornly eating a Chicken Friand and a cup of Tomato Basil soup at La Madeline shortly before closing time.
It was truly a pitiful sight.
In recent years, whenever the opportunity has arisen to grab a bite at La Madeleine, I've generally refused. Simply because it brings back those memories of dining loneliness where I'd hum "All By Myself," by Eric Carmen, throughout my meals.
A few nights ago, after doing a manly workout at the gym, I wanted something quick and easy for my evening nourishment. On the spur of the moment, I spied a La Madeleine along Preston, and pulled the family Truckster into the parking lot.
La Madeleine is a casual, no frills, affair. Just like the old days, you order at the counter, and wait for your dîner to be prepared. To be honest, memory escapes me what I used to pick all those years ago over the endless meals I ate at La Madeleine, but the menu still looked similar. However, these days, the help-yourself bread and jam that used to be a feature at La Madeleine had disappeared. And the French-inspired selections on the menu fell short of similar types of eateries that I've experienced over my many trips to France.
While our order was ready quickly, it just didn't seem to hold up from what I remember all those years ago. It was fine, not memorable, but perhaps that's all one can expect from a casual restaurant where you order at the counter.
Oh...and the highlight of my meal at La Madeleine? I didn't have to eat alone.