06/04/2026
There are French fries… and then there are pommes frites.
Golden, crisp, impossibly addictive, and served the way the French intended — alongside a proper steak, tucked beside a baguette sandwich, or waiting patiently for their highest calling: being dragged through sauce.
Béarnaise. Bordelaise. Peppercorn. Moules Rabelais. Whatever is left on the plate.
At Café Rabelais, the fries are never just a side.
They are part of the ritual.