Yesterday I told you about Frozen Granny, today I present a restaurant in Nantes named after my mother. Included on the menu are rolls, angel biscuits, chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, and Waldorf salad. The Waldorf salad comes with a disclaimer that says, and I quote, “It’s not that bad.” People always say that they don’t travel all the way to Le Carib for food that is “not that bad.” Laughter ensues.
A section of the restaurant is devoted to gluten-free foods and another part of the restaurant is devoted to playing Uno. A Winnie-the-Pooh train is kept under a couch and is pulled out when a small child wants to play with it. Out back is a small creek with a tiny bridge, perfect for playing “Pooh Sticks.” A nice touch to the decor is a collection of Hummel figurines.
Christmas is a big deal at Le Carib. No one knows what they’ll be eating but are given an envelope with clues to find their meals. They have to hunt all over the restaurant to find every course. Someone named Tammy never finds one until the following spring and another person named Stephanie declares that she did not get one thing she wanted at this restaurant. And at the end of the holiday meal people find lottery tickets under their plates. Don’t ask me why. It’s a tradition.