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Thursday, 14 May 2015
Back to Previous Standards.
It's a terrible thing when the standards of a well loved restaurant begin to fall.
This happened to us recently with a restaurant that we've been visiting for over 40 years. In fact we'd almost lost faith, and decided that our last visit was to be our 'last' visit.
This was not entirely their fault. The French government (in their heightened wisdom) have decided that home grown vegetables, home produced charcuterie, and just about anything else that does not emanate from a factory, is no longer allowed to be served in a restaurant. 'Sanitization' is the current byword; hence the terrible decline in the quality of French cuisine.
However, 40 years of fine lunches, all cooked by the same female hands, can't be abandoned just like that, and we have continued to give them several 'one final chances'; and I'm so pleased we did, as we have just eaten a meal that was back to the 'good old days' standards.
A simple vermicelli soup. An entrée of quiche, celariac in mayo, salad, and hard boiled eggs. A main course of roast beef, stuffed veal, french fries, and peas cooked with bacon. A small selection of cheeses. And to finish, a simple refreshing lime sorbet (above).
All this, several kisses, as much wine we could consume, and plenty of time spent chatting with old friends, all for just €14 each. Can't be bad.
N.B. I'm not mentioning the name or location of this restaurant for various reasons; fame tends to corrupt.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!