Birthday Boy.

Yesterday was my birthday; I am now 76.

As is my wont, I 'celebrated' the occasion with a visit to my favourite local restaurant. We don't bother with the menu, as we always have exactly the same things. A Kir as aperitif, Entrecote steak chips and salad, and a Lemon sorbet to finish. The wine was a local Pécharmant.

I'm running out of superlatives for this modest eatery. The Steak was probably the best ever; thick, tender, and delicious. The chips came in a rather unnecessary basket (a new idea), but were superb. And the salad was exactly what one wants from a salad. The sorbet simply refreshes.

The wine was excellent. Pécharmant is a local wine, and I've never had an indifferent one. This particular example had a slight smokiness about it. It was perfect.

The restaurant can be found in the small town of Villefranche du Périgord; it's called The Hotel du Commerce. If you were watching the Tour de France yesterday, you would have got some idea of the area and its superb architecture, etc. Natalie is a lovely hostess; just say Cro sent you.