Artisan ice cream, so yummy that it doesn't matter if there is a screaming baby two tables over. You just want to keep shoveling it into your mouth and chant to yourself that one dish of ice cream is enough (I mean, you didn't cut carbs out of your diet for nothing, right?). And the dish that Monsieur Le Hubby ordered? It's called "Rose des Sables" and had a little lake of hot cinnamon-flavored chocolate floating around it. For some reason, when I saw it I thought of the Aztecs and their canal system that they'd use to transport themselves around Tenochtitlan. I don't know why I think of those sorts of things at times like that. I just do.

Anyway, if you're in or around Lyon drop by my favorite neighborhood glacier and get your own Aztec Rose des Sables at the Regal Glace Cafe at cours Aristide Briand in Caluire.