After some heavy hitting (stomach and wallet wise), meals in France, it was nice to have something casual. It seems like every country has their special prized chickens. Jidori chickens of Japan, and Bresse chickens of France, or "poulet de Bresse." The high quality reputation of "poulet de Bresse" has been longstanding, maybe as far back as 1800s. A chicken can only earn the labeling of "poulet de Bresse" if it is from the Bresse breed of chickens and if it has been bred in the Bresse region of eastern France. "Poulet de Bresse" is actually an AOC designation, similar to how a Bordeux wine can only be called Bordeux if it meets certain quality measures. Lucky for us, Vonnas, was sort of on the way back from the south of France back to Paris.
Crème Brûlée de Foie Gras
We had really great whether on our vacation. The sun was shining, but it was RAINING foie gras. I loved the salty sweetness here. It tasted desserty but it had a familiar and savory essence. Yums!
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Bistrot L'Ancienne Auberge 1900
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Paul Bocuse, L'Auberge du Pont de Collognes
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Lèon de Bruxelles
Monday, October 27, 2014
Auberge Etchegorry
Friday, October 24, 2014
Michel Rostang
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Fauchon
As delicious as it was pretty.
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Thursday, October 9, 2014
Ladurée
It's time to skip a few backlogged posts to blog about my recent trip to France. I've been to France a few times in the past. It's the city where my father spent his formative years from childhood to adulthood, pretty much growing up and finding his way all on his own. There seemed some darkness in his past, being bullied by the French kids, being poor and lonely, but somehow there was always a great amount of nostalgia for that city. He would drag my siblings and me all over the city, showing us his former haunts, his schools, everything he could remember about Paris. At that time, I never thought much of it, but looking back, I have so many memories of family vacations there. I met family I never knew I had. I had an embarassing encounter with a bidet, which was a foreign porcelain god to this American kid at the time. We rented a car and trekked all the way to Italy. My mom expertly crafted sandwiches from baguette, headcheese, jambon, and pate from the local boucherie. My dad would snore away, while my sister drove and got pissed at my lazy brother for being such a sorry excuse for a navigator. Paris is a city that holds a special place in my heart, and because of all the many memories there, will probably be my favorite city in the world.
My mom and I took a vacation to visit her friend in Paris. Since I've seen all the major sites in Paris, I basically wanted to take a gastronomic tour of the country. Having a local take us around was a major plus. It didn't hurt that we never had to pay for a hotel either. I would have liked to pick all our eating spots, but who am I to tell a Parisian where to eat in France? Our first stop was rather coincidental because Ladurée just happened to be on the way to our shopping destination. You can imagine how ecstatic I was to be able to sample the much-talked-about highly lauded macarons here.
At Ladurée, they don't just offer macarons...