Only in Goa will you dine at a nice French restaurant with stray dogs begging at the side of your table and naked babies running around. It's hard to tell where La Plage restaurant ends and the beach begins. Sea views are standard for all and sand is the floor for most. Colorful fabric drapery radiates from a center palm to a number of concrete posts, also draped in vibrant textiles, to create the dining room. Reservations are usually required unless you know someone or, like us, you get lucky and sit at the one "lounge" table in the whole place.
We didn't understand whether someone would come to us, or if we had to go to someone to get a couple of menus, but after about 15 minutes of waiting, we flagged someone down to ask. With our two blue, spiral bound, laminated menus finally in hand, we decided what to eat. When my husband asked one of the employees if we could order, the man replied with a French accent, "I will send someone to you. I'm not allowed to take orders. My handwriting's too shitty."
The food came out much faster than the service and it was delicious. Melt in your mouth fish with a subtle mustard sauce and chicken lollipops that fell off the bone. We finished the meal with a fittingly titled dessert: "floating islands" or iles de neige, one of my favorites.