Yesterday we had a lovely lunch at home, complete with a bottle of Champagne, for our 23rd wedding anniversary. But today was “the” celebratory lunch — because Le Petit Paris in Daglan serves Sunday lunch, but not Saturday lunch. So we left our home just at 1 p.m., had a leisurely walk to the restaurant, and by 1:02 we were seated and ready to order.
First, the delicious aperitif made with Champagne, Mandarin Napoleon and orgeat syrup. Then my wife Jan and I each started with white asparagus, served with a small mason jar of perfect Hollandaise sauce, like this:
For her plat principal, Jan chose the breast of duck, “lacquered” with maple syrup, and served with a potato purée, which looked like this:
As for me, I couldn’t resist the sweetbreads that were sautéed, served with a brown sauce, topped with a scattering of sliced truffles, and accompanied by a wedge of toast that was loaded with shavings of foie gras. I didn’t flinch at the 9-euro supplement, and it turned out to be as delicious (and rich) as it looks:
The real surprise was in our desserts, however — white strawberries. I had never heard of them until today, but did some online searching when I returned home. It turns out that they are also called pineberries, and originated in South America as a wild variety of strawberry. The plants were evidently almost extinct before they began to be raised commercially.
As for the berries themselves, they are truly white, although their seeds are red. At Le Petit Paris, they were served in glass bowls on a bed of stewed rhubarb, topped with a pistachio cream and a ball of incredibly rich ice cream, not to mention some cookie crumbles and whipped cream. (The theory: You can never have too much of a good thing. Or many good things.) In the photo below, the (normal) red strawberry is on top of the dessert as decoration, while my spoon is holding half a white strawberry:
Later, just to get a bit of air, we mounted our bikes and headed off to Bouzic, the neighbouring village where a tournament of pétanque (or boules) was taking place. It was a nice, leisurely way to end a great weekend.