Sunday at Le Coucou NYC
Jet lag is the best. It wakes you up at 4am and gets you excited about breakfast.. on a Sunday!
While my friends are asleep and will not be answering my excited texts before noon, I trick my husband, Shiraz into waking up and joining me for breakfast with the promise of the best food in town! I may have even misrepresented the exact time on the clock.. Thankfully 8am in July looks like 11am.
We make our way to Soho and arrive at Le Coucou. It is fairly crowded for an early Sunday morning. The curbside entrance is filled with tall green plants. The interior is dimly lit by the wrought iron chandeliers. The morning sunlight beams in. I am always (twice to be honest) blown away by the beautiful interior of this restaurant. The hand painted walls and floral arrangements by the alcove bar are stunning and unlike anything in NYC. The rest of the restaurant has beautiful high ceilings, never ending window drapes and exposed brick walls that are roughly painted white. The tables are set with white table cloths and simple summer flower stems.
The menu is in French with English explanations which is an ode to the restaurants French lineage. We order the Omelette and Comme un clafoutis (pancake).
Pancake (not pancakes) is the best I have ever eaten. Yes! Sorry Norma.. Le Coucou is serving up a seriously delicious pancake in a skillet with blueberries and crème fraîche, which won't leave you feeling like you are bursting.
The gruyère cheese omelet with fine herbs is delicate perfection.
Two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and two delicious pots of tea later, I didn't feel like leaving this heavenly restaurant that made me feel fabulous by only eating there.
The breakfast is an indulgence we savour for over an hour, leaving feeling spoilt. Time for a nap!