For lunch at Cassis, mom decided to treat me at Angelina which was on Avenue Victor Hugo. The restaurant was well known in the town, especially for their bouillabaisse – a traditional Provençal fish stew.
We were ushered to a terraced dining area in the back of the restaurant.
It must have been to do with the timing of our visit – during an ordinary weekday’s afternoon, there weren’t many diners, only two couples apart from us two.
A waiting staff brought us a plate of crispy breads and a jar of olive paste.
It was a hot day and mom enjoyed a glass of chilled beer and I had a glass of Evian – someone had to drive, you see?
As a starter, we shared their famed bouillabaisse.
Well, the stew did differ from our expectation. We expected it to be one of those typical bouillabaisse which would arrive laden with shellfish and fish meat in tomato based broth. However the one ladled into our bowls was all brown and very thick liquid. ‘Bon appétit!’, mom and I both looked at each other as soon as the smiley waiter left our table. ‘Is this the bouillabaisse?!’ I dipped a spoon and tasted the liquid. Mmmm, the stew was very rich and flavoursome. Mom tasted a mouthful too and agreed enthusiastically, ‘Oh dear, it is very intense, isn’t it?’
After the stew, we had tempra of sardines with red pepper purée…
Risotto of scallops…
And pan-fried swordfish…
It was a feast!
After lunch, we did some gift shopping at one of town’s confectionaries and headed back to a car park.
Now, we must hurry because we have another place of interest on our itinerary!