An American in France: one of my former students of French is putting her language lessons into practice

Beuvron en Auge -Resaurant Le Pavé d'Auge

Here is an extract from Elisabeth Kuyper' blog.This lady of many talents is writing a Very nice blog about her trip through France. I specially like the entry about the Michelin Star restaurant. I've copied the beginning so if you want to see what they  had for dessert go to her blog Day 7 .

Today we set off for a day trip towards the coast, starting with a lunch reservation at what the Michelin guide states as one of the finest restaurants around, and you MUST book a reservation in advance... which the front desk here did not do yesterday, after we had requested. Fortunately, as we left, the woman at the front desk did, and off we went. The Mighty Opel said it would take nearly two hours, but now that I've mastered the motorway and the toll booths, we arrived in under an hour and a half, well before our reservation.
The Pavé d'Augeis set in the middle of a square in the tiny little village of Beuvron-en-Auge, another charming place where if you've seen it at all, you cannot stop hearing the soundtrack to "Beauty and the Beast" in your head, particularly "Little Village" - I kept waiting for people to throw the windows open and yell "Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!"
Initially there was hardly a person in site, and as we parked behind the restaurant, the back door of the kitchen opened, and two black labs came out with a couple of people (never in the US, n'est-ce pas?) and trotted down the street.
We walked around to the front, wondering if it was okay to go in so early... but thought we'd give it a go... and we were the only people there! THE WHOLE TIME.
Fortunately, they didn't hover or make us feel anything but catered to.
The maitre'd spoke perfect English, as did the chef, and both helped me (well, somewhat) with my pronunciation, and let me keep the menu at the end of the meal.
And, wow to the wow to the WOW.
Amuse Bouche was a spinach 'whip' with a portion of fish underneath it - it was like eating air with a touch of fresh spinach - they used one of those gas things like you would for whip cream or whatnot... and then came...
The asparagus soup.
Dude, I nearly cried. I know, ridiculous. You'll just have to go and see for yourself. Chunks of white and green asparagus, with a light whip of sour cream and chives is placed in front of you, then they come over with a hot pitcher of the soup and pour it on top, and swear to god I felt like I was in Heaven and no one told me.
As there were three choices for each course, we each tried one... undecided as to which was the best as they all truly were perfection - boeuf, coq a vin, to my dad's simply cooked plate of gorgeous vegetables.
So um, dessert.