French breakfast

At Cote they called it a French breakfast.  It looked remarkably like an English breakfast.  There was scrambled eggs – two of them – plus bacon and mushroom.  There was also black pudding, though they called it boudin noir, a French blood sausage.  The bread was different, though.  Instead of fried bread or (my preference) wholewheat toast, there was brioche, whose sweetness was not unpleasant alongside the fried stuff.