We took the opportunity to create a bit of history for Hanna and Alma by visiting Brasserie Georges.
Let me explain. Hanna’s great grandfather – arriere grand-pere – Georges Cattieu – used to eat here – in fact he had a table permanently reserved.
So we booked a table and took Alma to follow in her arriere arriere arriere grand-pere’s footsteps.
It clearly worked as Alma decided she would not sleep and instead wanted to take everything in – although I got in trouble when I took her to peer into the kitchen. “Vous ne pouvez pas rester ici monsieur.” Oops.
There were eight birthdays celebrated while we were there and I got to sample the fameux steak tartare again.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 