After the terrifying storm that – I found out later tore down trees and flipped a truck over just behind us – a nice break was in order.
Over the years, Omaha has given a successful facelift to its downtown, bringing in many shops and restaurants. In the summer, as in any city that experiences cold winters, the locals enjoy the warmer weather and with genuine abandon appreciate the sun. They flood the terraces at the Old Market district restaurants.
My kids were tired and after the scary storm decided to order room service. Two parents and two teens in a car all day long is a lot of family fun, however a tête-à-tête dinner is always nice.
My husband and I headed downtown and found a table at La Buvette, a bistro that could easily fit anywhere in France.
Buvettecomes from the French verb boire (to drink). It is by extension a place where one can drink, buy alcohol and food and eat a little something.
At La Buvette, a lovely terrace with small tables covered with white linen table clothes opens onto the lively street. Inside, a counter wraps around the dining tables. Some customers stopped by to purchase a bottle of wine or beer, some cookies, or deli. Others grabbed their own bottle of wine among the hundreds that line the walls, making it a real cellar. Wine is otherwise served by the glass.
Dining at La Buvette isn’t much different from dining in a library. In my opinion, a cellar and a library room provide an equally stimulating and inspiring setting.
Between the impressive list of wines coming from most French regions (I especially enjoyed that they carry little known French wines), from California, South America and Australia, the food such as the confit of duck, the French cheese plate, the excellent bread and the delicious melon, grapefruit and basil sorbet, La Buvette is a cozy, no frill and yet urban restaurant where I will certainly return if my travels bring me back to Omaha again.
Only false notes: although our waiter was friendly and professional, service was a little too slow and some of the entrees and desserts were already sold out early in the evening.
I suppose this is the price of success.