I had quite a memorable night yesterday; it marked several firsts in my life. For starters, it's my first time eating French bistro food (no I didn't have any in Paris). It was also my first time eating quail, unless of course you consider quail eggs as also being quails (that makes you wonder, did the egg or the quail come first eh?) And I must say, while the quail was nice, it was a [insert expletive here] to cut. Perhaps ordering something else would have made the night a little easier, but heck, it was an experience eating that little [formerly] feathered thing.

P.S. The scallop entr�e was divine.
Oh and the place was quite charming, pity I don't have any pictures.