On our way home from MFAH our stomach's started growling and we realized we hadn't had lunch. We stopped here on a whim and were treated to a table upstairs on the balcony under the big oak tree. Nice setting, mental note to come back in the evening for some twinkly light ambiance. I ordered the Croque Madame with frites and it was tasty. Loved the presentation of the frites. Is it a sign of dementia, that I've already forgotten what hubby had? Whatever it was, I didn't get a chance to taste it before it was gone. Completely. We contemplated ordering their coffee souffle, but remembered the huge bundt cake at home and took a pass. On our way out, we noted the cozy atmosphere of the lower level and the many different languages being spoken. We will be back.