Yesterday when Jake and I went to the new French bakery in town - Lafayette - we tried lots of different things. This was my savory-loving palate's favorite thing: a tartine. I knew that Tartine was a bakery in San Francisco; I've perused the cookbook, but I didn't really know what a tartine was...until yesterday. I am definitely going to add this to my rotation!
A tartine is essentially an open-face sandwich. This version had a smear of "white gravy" - I'm guessing that's a beciamel sauce -; slices of ham, melted gruyere, and topped with shredded bacon. Oh, my!
I loved hearing the sharp staccato of French carrying through the store as all of the family members behind the counter conversed about what they were doing and what they needed next. It made me realize just how rusty my French is. Je suis désolé, Monsieur Pucci!
We will definitely put this on our list of places to go when I don't feel like making breakfast! Lafayette is fantastic!