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Le May, Toulouse, dinner on Monday, February 19, 2007

Since the Church of St. Sernin down a sort of long slide that plunges into the depths of Toulouse, which can naturally follow the slope straight along Rue du Taur, then crossing straight on the Capitol Square, and then plunging into the Rue Saint Rome. If we are careful, follow the steps calmly sliding the line and can conduct, without it having to turn any obstacle or meet up ... external device. Who would be nimble and can not exercise a little distraction, it takes just an hour and some four kilometers to fail finally here, stopped by a bath, say ... exhaust.
Although quite ignorant of the geography of Toulouse, our steps we have fortunately stopped before the destination is not conducive to giving us the pleasures sought or taste of the festivities. This does not prevent us going strong forward along this slippery path in search of a restaurant on the evening of our arrival in the city after visiting the admirable Georges Labit museum.
I can not really say that the task of finding a good restaurant that night we was easy. The city seems reluctant to reveal its secrets on the delicate topic of gastronomy. No signs or no card is reached we enter into the eye, and it's not for lack of, once extracted from the axis of which I spoke a moment ago, shot some length in the streets at night .
If I remember three places where we have failed to eat, I will quote an Indian who had a fairly original card, featuring the never-seen me out of my stay in Kathmandu-dishes Nepal. But since we know that someone found a dead cockroach in the attitude of an Indian restaurant where we had more or less our habits (the India), we have some reluctance to eat Indian food elsewhere than 'at home, and Patoumi, whose memory does not fail, did not fail to remember, despite the damp cold of the night, this is important. The deterrent effect was immediate. Going through the city yet we were surprised to see us all Indian restaurants nearby had the same card, even more surprisingly, exactly the same description of the dishes and countries from which they originated. A single owner held it the monopoly of those restaurants where the menu was a factory-wholesale prices it so interesting that cooks lined up on these cards instead of creating them by themselves, I do not know . Anyway, this has, of that side, avoided unnecessary regret.
can not be said of the Korean restaurant (the Yo ) that we have crossed the church square of Dalbade. His menu has entice us with its bibimbab his bulgogi and sauteed, but mostly we despair because we have found the door closed the two nights of our stay.
Another disappointment, a Thai restaurant (the Baan Siam) , whose amiable smile of the waitress who did not dare tell us that our cause was hopeless, that its tantalizing restaurant was indeed full, n ' has failed to erase our regret at not having tasted their cuisine.
Eventually and not without hesitation, we ended up calling in May, tired of going in circles, and find ourselves tirelessly to get this up and slide with monotonous linearity began to tire our eyes, and especially our feet .
Although our two adventurers will love to be entered tired, hungry, or depressed, they came out smiling. Why?
The framework is quite warm, rather simple heterogeneous objects, posters and paintings adorn the walls. Waiters and waitresses are friendly, cheerful and efficient while remaining discreet. The toilets are clean, do not be huge but it lacks nothing (like soap and disposable hand towels). And above all: it's still frankly cheap.
dishes seemed very (too) classic on the map, and we were surprised because we had chosen our meals without much conviction. For my part, my choice was the Dos colin Provencal. Cooking Fish is perfect, just the right firmness and melting. His Provencal dressing is observed, thyme, bay leaves, olive oil to balance combining with chopped tomatoes. The surprise lies particularly in the accompaniment, billed as a carrot-broccoli puree and a little stewed endive. In truth, one as the other accompaniments of these left little to reveal their raw materials, and each is dominated by a bunch of different spices very smooth-I have unfortunately been unable to identify with precision. It seems that the cook who wears a name apparently it Middle Eastern or North African (?), has brought to her kitchen instead of the traditional French touch of home by making the plate truly original. The skewer of lamb with spices ... (Name of the cook) has chosen Patoumi, reveals marked and subtle flavors, also came, as it seemed, by there, and comes with the same support that my dish.
For dessert, the banana-chocolate tart , very classic, but someone has spilled food was left with pleasure in following the course. Unfortunately I swallowed his land with the contents of my glass of wine, So I can not say.
We left satiated and serene, ready for the ascent of the slide to reach our hotel behind the beautiful church of St. Sernin.

Le May, 4 Rue May, 31000 Toulouse 05 61 23 98 76
The Yo, 3 rue Henri Gorsse 31000 Toulouse 05 62 17 28 September
Baan Siam, 12 rue Maletache 31000 Toulouse May 1962 26 53 03

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L'atelier des Gourmets, Rennes, dinner on Tuesday, March 6, 2007

one who descends from the market Lices to rush into the street Nantes cheerful at the idea of discovering appetizing restaurants may be a bit put off at first, when his eyes crossed that will showcase the association Follereau which opens the prospect of Street. I wrote that in spite of myself of the window, and there is no longer correct. For it is truly a look that one meets when one looks at the front, an icy look, a look perfectly scandalous to say everything, that reminds you that in 2007 it is necessary that people are fighting against this disease completely what leprosy curable, then we should do for decades to hear about it, as the case of smallpox for example. If this appears to mention bad taste in a post dedicated to gastronomy, I would say that the real bad taste will be that will chicken or lamb vindaloo Roganjosh papillae on naive tourists who visited India a somewhat Ideal too, will have a look avoid crossing sembable those that I recall. This small moral lesson, it's not me who makes it, by virtue of chance in the world, the street itself, who pays attention to his surroundings. If I transcribe here is that it struck me whenever I passed by this stretch of road, and this may be more than the first time it was given me, it was not for this simple image, but the stark reality and tragedy of a few men crossed into the alleys of Varanasi.
A few yards away, in the same building, a stark contrast shakes you by crossing the front of the Guehennec . We never ate-although it is possible that the taste will be glad, for there are the peepers who are in distress: the flood of fake wood trim in shades of clear, pristine tablecloths desperately whose boss seems to oversee whiteness, watching your clumsy fingers ready to drop or spill crumbs stuck-uptight atmosphere, we consider the worst meaning of the subtitle tradition. Maybe one day on occasion, run out of ideas for a ticket, in a fit of recklessness, and G. Patoumi themselves and challenge the icy look and scarf sad lady, to taste the dishes sir.
Income on the other side, we meet successively Café Breton ( where we did not hesitate to use the raw pork to a pregnant woman , arguing that "it's the way it is eaten, Madame, "and where you are invited to go hardly serves to release the final table in exchange for free coffee counter-but since the owners have changed, and I know nothing new), the Canteen Delight (we had pretty good eating, long ago, but if we remember a previous post, it was she who was responsible for the abominable syndrome the-course dessert full, so it should return in moderation, to judge again a clear mind), the Refuge (Savoyard restaurant that seems never-season, who knows why); El Popoca (Tex-Mex restaurant with the memorable pina colada was somewhat marred by burritos too bourratos , and seems to have had recent problems with hygiene standards, according to some rumors). And then we arrive at the Atelier des Gourmets , our destination.
We had already tried to dine there in the past, but had been turned away for lack of free tables. Consequence of this disappointment of an evening, forgetting several months. Then a word from a colleague, I suggest that the excellent cook the Arsouille his high regard for his colleague the Workshop , Put the bug in his ear. So we booked, this is essential.
We ate three times, and the third was too much. The first two times, overcome with emotion of a romantic dinner, I found the first room where we were installed rather pleasant, like a little bistro campaign. The second time I had found almost cute: we were on the edge of the window, sitting at a table in a quiet corner overlooking the street through striped curtains. The third time we are shown the second room, and there simply is ugly: Suspensions conical home Confo reveal their yellowed bulb, flood light reveals the slightest comedo, and the grotesque number pooch sommelier-server can not find any shade to escape our eyes afflicted. I pass on the wallpaper, dishes, cook book on the table with revenues leave Patoumi appalled ("false Ginette Mathiot where we make meatballs stuffed bread).
As we know, we take an entrance, two dishes, one dessert, two glasses of wine and a San Pellegrino , but our pooch we still wonder how he will do his calculation on the menus! I want to retort that I do not care, it is his business, but I do not have that rude and I told him to do as it wishes. This remark had already been leveled at the last time, but at the end of the meal only, and ecstasy in which I had sunk greatly facilitated my indulgence. This time, not neighborhoods. Taking
plate.
For starters, we choose a vinaigrette shells and pork cheeks, white onions espuma. Remembering the pork cheeks of Holy Love, we can only be attempted, although the small note Ferran Adriesque title makes me a little wary.
It brings us a glass jar so Parfait. First disappointment thus: the jar itself is a substitute. Difficult to describe the dish: clams and pork cheeks are very small cubes, shows no difference in texture (which would have been interesting, mellowness somewhat elastic pork cheeks versus the soft firmness of the shell ), the whole bathed in a vinaigrette that gives the whole a very strong taste of ... brawn. Well, on the question of espuma ... From my high school English, I have not forgotten that espuma means foam or, if one wants to make a note of lightness, scum. I am a little disappointed that the leader here, who does not, moreover Cooking molecular sacrifice to this unbearable fashion styling is all we can do with a siphon espuma. When the effect in the mouth is a cream of onion without interest, its lightness is also very quickly faded under the onslaught of our bands, to mingle with the dressing in a liquid informs. I do not care much for this entry.
A word about wine: I chose to accompany this entry with a glass of Saint Nicolas de Bourgueil 2005 The Rouillières of Frederick Mabileau . So yes, it's fruity, it is drunk, but so is the St. Nicolas de Bourgueil that I feel I have ever had it anywhere else. In my opinion, a wine with no personality.
To avoid appearing to spit in the soup, I still want to say two words about our entry the last time. We did not notice the detail, and my memory betrays me, but it was kind of shredded crab with avocado cream, with a light lemon vinaigrette. The accompanying a spoon topped with a walnut egg of a fish whose name escapes us and a little arugula. Without the title and precision of memory, this may seem trivial, but in truth it was perfect. So what? The cook he lost his head, hand, or simply his cap? See more.
The dish: Patoumi chose Palette smoked pork, vanilla cauliflower, broth emulsified . Decidedly, he bought a trap and he did not call. Patoumi found and determined: the broth is bland then announced "very tasty", the palette is fibrous and dry, the whole totally lacking in freshness, too heavy and too dense, and finally the cauliflower was a little bitter. In summary: not pleasant in the mouth. The best on the plate, Patoumi note, these are the rats, perfectly cooked and very sweet, but hey, no need to go to a restaurant to eat rats.
I have decided to hand the cop fillet baked pear with saffron sauce sangria. I will not mince words: it was cold or lukewarm. The cop probably would have been delicious as well rare, but can we speak of a successful cooking when it comes to coolness? Sangria sauce boils down to a wine sauce, however, rather light and subtle, but it is cold and begins to coagulate the plate. I'm boo.
To accompany this disaster, a wine country of the Vicomte Aumelas, Area High Blanville , Rive Gauche. This one, however, pleases me very much. Both fruity and well structured, with rich aromas, in particular of liquorice, a delight. But it gets lonely all alone, especially as it sets its sights on the can and say that although hot, she would have made a worthwhile companion.
Our last dish was a confit rabbit in a fine reduced juice, as clean as the entry that preceded, accompanied with mashed parsnips and sauteed artichokes (the server, as this time, was quite proud to tell us what those vegetables, as if we were fools enough air just to have never even heard of). The intensity of the regrets of our taste buds against the miserable failure of this time are matched by the ecstasy that ours was the last time. Finally
this funeral, we presented our condolences to Gavottin caramel. So they were gavottes out of the box, each with between one layer of vanilla mousse flavored industrial limit.
We were so disgusted that we did not coffee, and I got to eat, sorry, my dear Patoumi with a small Swiss Malo topped with sugar crystals, because to complete the whole ... I was not even full. And because we did not finish our plates ... Would we have each taken three course dessert, as indelicate server told us that it is more convenient to do so, it would not change much: we would have done that day, that increase disappointments.
So what? What is the cause of this wreck? Absence, illness or change of leader usual? New map not rehearsed? Unlucky day? I do not hold, and probably never will hold the explanation, mais il est certain qu'une telle expérience dissuade pour longtemps de se risquer à nouveau en de tels lieux.

L'atelier des Gourmets, 12 rue Nantaise, 02 99 67 53 84

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one easy pun, or how to save themselves the misery of papillae

Le chemin que nous empruntons pour sillonner les étals du marché des Lices varie d'un samedi à l'autre. Mais, au gré des saisons et des envies, certaines étapes demeurent ; et pour celles que nous avons besoin d'oublier un temps, nos pas finissent toujours, presque malgré nous, par les retrouver quelques semaines ou quelques mois plus tard. Au nombre des adresses qui connaissent our good figure, that of Roland Lécrivain account. Among other qualities, he is said to be the pioneer in the reuse of dairy farming Froment du Léon, a cow whose milk gives a particularly tasty butter famous. As was the incorrigible habit of doing everything for doing nothing like everyone else, it's not butter her we feast, but its raw cream, a small miracle if a smooth feather goose enough to turn it into a whipped a lightness, a sparkling and a flux absolutely none. There was a time that comes, no doubt about it-where we were particularly fond of his yoghurts, accompanied by maple syrup or butterscotch sauce example. Their main attraction, besides their silky firmness is the thin layer of cream pale gold that covers each of them, sooner tasted it regrets that it has gone so fast under the onslaught of our gluttony. Although the cows do not lay eggs, Mr. Lécrivain sells, and it is often those little fingers that delighted Patoumi transformed into scrumptious cakes.

On the side of this first hall, which houses the time Saturday morning Mr. Lécrivain, run stalls the organic market. If we do sometimes stop at random to buy lettuce, butternut squash or we stop at the stand of mostly organic vegetables from the island of Batz, run by Bénédicte Menon. Besides delicious cabbage, green or flower, there are nice red vegetables - red onions and potatoes island, the flesh firm and sweet and in season we do not start again from the market without a pound of each. When
follows the natural slope of the square of the Strings, we find ourselves inevitably down the second hall (Mr. Lécrivain located in the first) specifically devoted to meat products. Immediately below its last door, almost opposite to that of the auction house stands a lady whose name I know not, but sells throughout the year herbs. We mainly just to visit him in the sunny days, as she sells tomatoes of all colors, so soft-yet-quite firm that we seized the moment in the entire legitimacy of the membership of the Tomato fruit category (what monstrosities pale, acidic and floury taste that you sometimes can be a time doubting). This lady also offers the same season a highly aromatic basil adorns over and willingly our dishes and sandwiches.
So here we are at the bottom of the Strings and the market ends, maybe I like to mention another time other stalls that we hang out, but for now we are at a crossroads with a lot counted for me there was a time, as were facing at that time and by a strange coincidence, the flat and firm Patoumi my psychoanalyst. This in ancient times, before it became totally or we can not live without each other, and we decided to settle in this place where I write today, refuge felted view more grandiose . At the bottom of this apartment earlier that we do come across now only the facade is still a bakery ( Artisan bread) where we sometimes jump to bring a ball campaillette whose dense crumb, fresh and white-this pleases me especially being unfaithful to our usual Bakery Hoche. If you're not an early riser, it is useless to pretend that eat bread on Saturdays at the end of the market, it is long since exhausted when approach the hour of noon. The other interesting dimension of this intersection is that it opens that Nantes Street, besides the fact of joining the tour Jehan Duchesne is also a haven for restaurateurs, not all very common it must be said. More items in the next post ...

Roland Lécrivain, Market for Strings, and the Upper Village Farm
Combourtillé February 1999 97 35 210 50 31
Vegetables on the island of Batz, Bénédicte Menon Market Lices
The artisan bread 35000 Nantes 22 rue Rennes 02 99 31 43 67

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La Cave du Sommelier, a little of our wine

The minute I write this, a beautiful bird is in the process of launching its existence simmered chicken roti-wrapped casserole in our red, herself asleep in our oven. It is the miraculous fate of our virtual walk yesterday evening, during which our path crossed that of Lili63 and very appetizing picture. Our chicken for us, it also knows the oven for three hours, prefer to be accompanied by carrots and onions, my stomach still a little weak of his misfortunes before yesterday preferring lemon and thyme flavors a bit more neutral. I go back to the moment of Vasselot Street where I picked only because Patoumi known to demonstrate the serious need, products necessary to provide a hedge against any melancholy, and to delight our taste buds at our banquet this evening.
At Au Boeuf Charolais beef , quietly waiting, full of quiet satisfaction in finding the thin line in front of me when he was ten, when I know the nightmare that I would have expected, so to speak , an hour later. While only a dozen people, including myself, are waiting their turn, I find myself outside the butcher shop, which itself overflows onto the road by a small glass case where rotisserie chickens, pork loins well tied and portions of caramelized bacon under my eyes in a heady scent. If for some there is no need to make its meat self, our butcher had planned to keep her company a gratin of zucchini and roasted potatoes with shiny golden dress let me guess they owe it to a long bath of gravy. As I contemplate this spectacle with almost an appetite as we have just breakfast, a gentleman airs grandfather asked me before "hot chicken". His "thank you, that's it" in response to "you want something else?" the butcher who has seized a gesture nimble poultry crispy baffles me and I find myself in now identified with it ("thank you, that's it "is the formula that I use for general decline in consumer incentives for businesses), imagining her age, either in forty years, my grandpa G., eager to enjoy Patoumi peaceful days with little effort to do, now therefore come, as now, try not to prepare a chicken but a loan that we all enjoy on our sunny balcony, commenting on the comings and goings of passers-by whistling a small bottle of wine ardeche year ... 2047?
After passing quickly through the grocery A good farmer to get the carrots and onions, my good fellow poultry (the butcher will be able to find me "the smallest of the lower court" or a chicken is meaty one kilo two, two lovers), and cherry tomatoes C OEUR pigeon to wrap Mortadella Bologna for drinks tonight, I head to our favorite wine shop, the Cave du Sommelier.
Patoumi and I love smiling and friendly retailers, this is how our wine shop, besides being good advice, which is why we are faithful. While this may seem obvious, it is not for everyone, and certainly not for all traders. Not so far from where I look at the pretty bottles moment, there is also a tobacconist whose owners are among the most despicable I have ever met. It was a Sunday winter morning, and I wanted to buy a magazine whose title escapes me now (Patoumi and his extraordinary memory undoubtedly would remember, but I do not want to interompre in his work). Knowing that this newsagent is open, we go there. That Sunday, it's cold, so I put my coat with hood. Big mistake. Do not I know that the coat with hood is the sign that we recognize the young , and the young is a thief, a criminal, a drug addict, you name it, the more so when it is accompanied by an immigrant ? In short, hardly looked at the magazine I review the summary anyway before buying, I hear a voice hoarse and roaring and I see a fat cow to mop peroxidized, ravaged by age and bitterness, burst upon me with a "This is not a library here! You buy, or you go!". We have chosen to leave, not without shouting and rage as a response to this harpy. I finally had a meeting, did not increase the nest egg that some cod EUR; I have another one today, it noted that the press tobacco The Joffrerie , 14 rue du Marechal Joffre at the corner of the street Vasselot, is to proscribe his associates, under penalty of support Supporters of political guidance that I will not mention, for decency.
But all this is very far now, and I am trying to query our Sommelier . Patoumi and I are wine lovers rather light and fruity South-East or the Loire, and here we find our happiness. We are, through our Cave and a few restaurants in which we have our habits, as I'Arsouille rather familiers de personnages comme Hervé Souhaut (Rhône), Olivier Lemasson (Touraine), Catherine et Pierre Breton (Loire), René Jean Dard et François Ribo (Drôme/Rhône), Axel Prüfer (Hérault) etc. etc.
Mais aujourd'hui, il se trouve que je viens acheter un p'tit rouge pour la venue de ma mère, et qu'elle n'aime que les vins du Sud Ouest. Qu'importe ! Il saura me trouver un Buzet, qui j'espère fera son petit effet. Je n'en doute pas, mais quoi qu'il arrive, nous aurons toujours cette consolation d'ajouter une jolie bouteille à notre collection, puisqu'en plus d'être bons et natural-and thus leaving my migrainomètre levels rather lower than the average wine-, also know our growers delight the eye with the pretty labels that decorate these bottles.

La Cave du Sommelier, 22 rue Vasselot, 35000 Rennes,
02 99 78 85 09
Au Boeuf Charolais, 22 rue Vasselot, 35000 Rennes,
February 1999 79 16 30
A Good Farmer Vasselot 11 street, 35000 Rennes
02 99 79 16 47

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daily Le Saint Amour, Biarritz, dinner Wednesday, February 21, 2007

dint of never eat at home when you're on vacation, we end up feeling an indescribable disgust at the idea of eating food prepared by someone other than oneself. It is not so much a lack of talent on the part of cooks-but find a good restaurant can sometimes take a trip of impossible challenge-but rather a ras-le-bol which takes you to lunch and wallpaper your taste buds tonight "restaurant" . I do not know, this may be due to the nature of the products used, or of any additives, spices, and even, it must be said, pouches of sauce that can be guessed sometimes taste a little behind this chemical.
But there may be something else after a while there are plenty of widgets surélaborés mouth, worked, we want a basic taste, simple, Meals on taste of grub, taste house, in short . Within the meaning of what prepares the evening when it was lazy and we feel like something warm, comforting, easy to prepare.
Generally, Patoumi and I prefer the kitchen household , simmered in the pan seasoned, or the right product simply accommodated. This is, after all, not so easy to find in restaurants. So sometimes, after a few days of vacation, G. Patoumi and are fed and tired, and they are very hard to fantasize ... a sausage and mash .
So we got a day of distress papillae of the year 2006, Holy Love. Because, believe it or not, that day, the gods were with us, and our dream beyond sausage puree was realized. But if.
It will readily than from a wish fulfilled as well as unlikely, we kept some tenderness for Saint Amour . The first time, after Lyon delectable sausage (yes, it's a restaurant Lyon) and its thick, creamy puree, we feasted on profiteroles.
This time, therefore, one year later we're back in the same small bistro nickel walls decorated with posters of Parisian exhibitions of painting. We are in the first room there is a second sunken on the back that seems destined to GameCafé less intimate than that which is proposed. Risk appetite requires, we choose the same table as last year, alongside a poster of David Hamilton say ... questionable. The room is sparse and customers for the least diverse, we are snug in this little quiet and familiar. In the middle of the room, a bar counter behind which dark wooden shelves supporting wine bottles and stemware, zinc, Dominique and Jean-Pierre Sattin busy quietly but effectively to the service. The slate must
leads us to select only the inputs: this time, we'll sausage, black pudding or sausage.

We shared everything, the four input pairs and served the dessert when Ms. Sattin filed dishes on the table, a look greedy on our part was enough to make him understand that we share these dishes, and his quiet eye lit up silently with an air of complicity to our greed. Patoumi and me, although for eaters, are not big eaters at the restaurant: in general, we share an entrée and dessert and choose a dish each. The last time we succumbed to the temptation of dessert-course full, we have discussed in a heavy, painful torpor for almost forty-eight hours after which we said never again. Since the healthy resolution, kindness and courtesy of some fine restaurants we have reserved some of peeps who said killers almost aloud how these peasants had hurt the stock market. Hence our pleasure to note that Ms. Sattin know what a romantic dinner, and what it means to eat according his hunger.

For starters, egg casserole with ham and mushrooms. The egg cooker is a perilous exercise: too thought it was slimy, overcooked it is dry. The young chef's cooking is skillful Lionel Elisalde: close to the texture of boiled egg, the yolk is runny, what delights Patoumi, lover of such pleasures. For my part, I would have seen a white a little more cooked, which would have taken the set to just over firmly that the mushrooms, by nature, can not really bring (they are here nonetheless delicious), but that comes when even the ham that is all. We feast on crispy toast fingers, and let the rocket escort pot The Perfect , my sweet Patoumi.

The casserole pork cheeks with potatoes is perfect. Sauteed with garlic, not fat at all, garlic is well blended, I would say that a dash of vinegar to wine in a drizzle of rain during cooking, small rats in their skin have the strength it takes . That is excellent, nothing to repeat.

I washed my meal with two glasses of Saint-Amour. We will say that it is a little wine 's drinking well . It has to be a good companion for the meal, no more, no less.

The casserole of prawns and artichoke hearts is perfect, even skipped, simple flavors, prawns cooked very well, even a touch of garlic and herbs to address. The agreement between the shrimp and artichoke is new for me, and I pledge that our little hands will be quick to reproduce once they return home. Excellent.

Finally, the third was to squid casserole with peppers. Firm and spicy, just spicy, no unnecessary fireworks is also impeccable.

Shame on me, I have no recollection of the toilet, except that they are clean. Predictably.

Finally, apotheosis. The panna cotta with orange. You tell me, nothing complicated. No, nothing very complicated in general in the kitchen of St. Love at first sight. But it is not enough to make the cheeks of pork or prawns in a pan to do what we ate, just as it does not add gelatin to cream to make a good panna cotta. Here we guess that the chief has his little tricks that give him the simplicity of each dish a perfect flavor, and especially an excellent grasp of cooking, a talent that is lacking in many leaders of so-called gourmet restaurants.

So what is the secret of the panna cotta? The base is a simple custard with the right consistency, served in a jar, covered, is the secret-a-candied orange peel on which basically a chocolate sauce. That agreement cream-orange-chocolate is amazing: the agreement chocolate-candied peel which is a perfect balance between sweet and bitter balance without one dominating the other (defect that often makes me suspicious of these two together), the firmness of the cream and small pieces of offset the soft flowing orange confit and grout. Patoumi and I have therefore plunged with delight our spoons in the bottom of the jar to collect the three layers of this dessert simple and subtle.

I put a 15 at this meal, a very good note. After the meal, and G. Patoumi have simply walked down the street and turn left to Port old, went to contemplate the raging sea whip the jagged rocks in light of the moon.

Le Saint Amour, 26 rue Gambetta, 64200 Biarritz, 05 59 24 19 64

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