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
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
And India, 41 rue Saint-Georges 35000 Rennes to avoid each other in the dumps ... Posted by G.
0 comments:
Post a Comment