It was a Saturday morning when I left a strange house and wondered my way to the spot where I had parked my bike much earlier that morning. Whilst still trying to recollect the pieces of the previous hours I passed a little coffee bar that oozed Paris in the spring. Without thinking I walked in and was welcomed by the smell of ground coffee and freshly baked things. Paris in Rotterdam, not bad for a hangover. The menu offered typical French things, not too many but delicious all the same. Besides a coffee, a fermented tea and fresh juice I ordered a little egg dish that makes any grumpy mood disappear in no time. Or a hangover in this case..
2 teaspoons crumbled blue cheese
2 tablespoons crème fraîche
coarse sea salt
ground and pepper