Popaul.

This photo of me, Lady M, and Kimbo, was taken in the French village of Beaumont du Périgord. We had just eaten a hearty meal, and were about to go dancing at the local hop.

The restaurant where we had just eaten was probably one of the world's greatest. It was generally known as 'Chez Popaul', but was officially called the 'Hotel des Voyageurs'.

It was situated about 50 kms away, making a 100 km round journey. We went on several occasions, and it was worth every kilometer. Sadly it closed quite a while back.

It was said that Germans would fly into nearby Bergerac, just to eat there, then fly home again. I can believe that.

The sumptuousness of the food was legendary. Like most French restaurants, the ambiance was basic, but we weren't there for the décor.

We would always start with a Lobster Bisque soup which was out of this world, then a Plateau de Fruits de Mer (similar to above) which was a huge meal in itself, Then either a steak or Confit. A wonderful selection of desserts, and a cheeseboard fit for a king. Such restaurants will never again see the light of day. Some may offer one or two of the courses, but a similar whole menu is a thing of the past.

It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't overly expensive either. Oh how I miss it.

That particular evening, there just happened to be a Fête in the village square, so we had a twirl or two.

RIP Chez Popaul.