THE PERFECT EGGS

LIZ SAYS: For some reason, I decided it would be great to have brunch on a Sunday. Brunch is not a Parisian thing, it seems. I didn't learn that until the moment we started looking for places to go. One place stood out on the Place des Vosages. All references claimed they had great scrambled eggs and a huge choice of bits to entertain the palate, so okay, bikes, helmets, Place des Vosages. The center of the Place is a square. A nice sized park with a couple of fountains and an equestrian stature of who ever died or lived there. It was a nice ride over to the Marais, mostly bike paths free of wandering peds. Uh oh, the place was packed. Utterly charming under the arches of the Place, old fashioned feel with a counter of those cheerily colorful but horribly sweet Marie Antoinette macaroons. No snooty male Parisian waiters here, big city fast paced, guys and gals, they were there to get you what you wanted a.s.a.p. and with a "Sir and Madam" to boot. As we entered I heard one woman tell her friends that this was the only place in Paris that can make scrambled eggs. So, scrambled eggs it was. Mine were, of course, undercooked, which is actually perfect in most people's books. Dick's picture perfect chicken club had too much mayo. But, we still liked the place and knew we'd come back.