I’ve never been much of a “joiner” — when I was a kid in Florida, I think I lasted about a week in the Boy Scouts before bowing out — but sometimes it does pay to belong. Take the Club de l’Amitié Daglanaise for instance. Because of our membership in the Daglan Friendship Club, my wife Jan and I were treated to what I can only call a super-value meal this past Sunday.
The lunch was the club’s last social event of the year, and it attracted about 50 of us who drove to Le Rouffillac, a restaurant in Carlux, about 30 kilometres from Daglan. It’s a traditional Périgourdine restaurant (and small hotel), virtually on the banks of the Dordogne River. Here’s the entrance:
To explain why I’m calling our lunch a super-value meal, I’ll first show off the prodigious amounts of food our group was served — and will wait until the end of this posting before I reveal the price we paid.
Once we were all seated (a not inconsiderable undertaking), we were served tall glasses of Kir à la pêche, which is white wine with peach syrup added, plus a few trays of nibblies, like walnut halves, for each table.
Then came the food — starting with a large pot of Velouté de potimarron, a velvety soup made with the flesh of a type of sweet pumpkin. The soup was dark, rich, delicious, and quite filling. One bowl was more than enough, although I was tempted to have more.
Next came what our menu promised was Figue farcie au foie gras sur un lit de salade, et son verre de Montbazillac, but which turned out to be quite a bit more. As you’ll see in the next photo, not only was there a fig stuffed with pâté de foie gras but also a thick slice of foie on a piece of toast, plus several garnishes, and of course the salad, which included strips of smoked duck breast and a piece of a country-style pâté. The promised glass of Montbazillac — the sweet wine from the Bergerac area that is traditionally served with foie in the Greater Daglan Area — was a generous pour. Here’s my plate:
Having finished my bowl of soup and most of the entrée, I was almost full enough to head home. But up next was the plat principal, which was Pintade creme aux girolles, pommes Sarladaise, and julienne de légumes. I found the potatoes Sarladaise too greasy and garlicky (which I usually do) and the vegetables were over-cooked into submission, but the guinea fowl (with the creamy sauce) was tender and tasty. It was also perhaps the largest piece of guinea fowl I’ve ever seen. Here’s my plate:
By this point, Jan had decided that enough was enough. But I soldiered on, devouring a nice piece of Cantal from the platter of cheese that was served to our table of six. Here’s the platter, after much of the cheese had already been plucked away:
And then came dessert, featuring fresh slices of apple, an apple compote, and a scoop of strawberry sorbet. Here’s my dish:
And that was that. Well, except for the final cup of coffee. And I don’t think I mentioned that pitchers of red wine were served through the meal.
Of course this wasn’t “fine dining,” so much as hearty, traditional French food. But the overall effect was pleasant, and at just 12 euros per person (for club members) it was quite the bargain. As you can imagine, Jan and I had a very small dinner at home on Sunday night.