Not long ago, we were given a big chunk of some beautiful Jarlsberg cheese. (Thank you, J!!) We contemplated what we should do with it. And we suddenly realized that it had been eons since we’d had Croque Monsieurs.
Unbelievably, I’ve never blogged about this wonder. Even more unbelievably, I hardly wrote about it in my voluminous travel diary (I just looked). And yet I remember clearly the first time we ate croque-monsieurs in Lyon. We rode far away from the downtown core, and happened upon a somewhat non-descript looking bistro. But there were quite a few people there and we were hungry. The blackboard advertised “Croque Monsieur” and “Croque Madame”. Of course we had to stop there and try their sandwiches (not Croque Madame – that includes an egg and the French love to undercook their eggs…). And Oh My. I was in heaven. A Croque Monsieur is the best sandwich in the world. I wanted it to last forever. (continue reading )