We both got bowls of the soup du jour: French Onion (bien sur). They brought it to us in those heavy indestructable white ceramic bowls I remember from my time in Paris, and served the bread on the side rather than toasted and crusted under the gruyere in the bowl where it would get soggy (much appreciated by me).
It was the best damn French onion soup I've tasted. Ever. Run, don't walk, to get yourself a bowl.
That is all.