I am Thomas Keller's bitch. \n\nWe staggered into Bouchon for brunch on Sunday afternoon, after a long, long, long, night of boozing, partying, and gambling. My eyes, surrounded by dark purplish circles, could barely focus on the menu. I needed caffeine.\n\nDear sweet Jesus. They had Diet Coke. In. A. Bottle. $4 a pop? Was it worth it? Hell yes. I ordered 2 of them. \n\nAnyway, my friends ordered the bread pudding french toast, banana waffles, quiche du jour (florentine), and I ordered the omelette (ham and spinach) of the day. My dish came with a heaping portion of thick, crispy BACON! Super stuff. I ordered a side of pommes frites as well.\n\nOk, let me just state: the fries were damn good. Like, REALLY good. Maybe some of the best fries I've  had in a long time.\n\nKudos, Bouchon. I am chef Keller's bitch for life.\n\nUntil next time, Napa Valley, here I come!