Biggest. Shrimp. Ever.
photograph courtesy of Peter Meyers
We’ll admit it, we’re foodies. We love delicacies of all sorts—be they mass-produced or true gourmand-level foodstuffs. Whether it’s oddball licorice from Sweden, boxes of Finnish chocolates full of mysterious and quasi-toxic liqueurs, or staffer Laura’s butterscotch cookies, you’ll always find us snacking on something at 611 Broadway.
But even we weren’t prepared for our meal at Café de Turin in Nice this past summer, where we dined on shrimp the size of a baby’s arm. And a smiling, drooling, chubby baby at that.
Café de Turin is a required stop for any self-respecting seafooder. Crates are stacked on the sidewalk full of the day’s recent catch of oysters, shrimp (sorry, prawns), langoustines, and mussels. The owners are cheerful, the wine is cheap, and the air-conditioning is non-existent, and the atmosphere is perfect. To say we like Café de Turin is to paint a faded picture. We love the place!
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eh eh … joli
on sait bouffer en france 😉