20 April 2014
It was no day to strut around in
a flowery Easter bonnet; dull, cold, and the rain came sluicing down as soon as we walked
out of the house. But eventually we made
it to the Brasserie Blanc, where we were meeting all the Langes for a festive
Easter dinner. We even brought some
peach-colored Peeps, which Daisy and Sofia enjoyed with dessert.
We started with a basket of
baguette slices and a good solid Côtes de Gascogne, Son Excellence Sauvignon
Blanc.
Then our starters were potted smoked Cornish
mackerel with horseradish cream and toast, and a
dressy avocado salad with smoked goat cheese curds and frisée under a citrusy
tomato and chili dressing.
The mains we split were a comforting confit of
guinea hen leg on a pillow of puréed potato and cream, with broad beans and
peas; and a sliced breast of roast barbary duck with dauphinoise potatoes and
citrus sauce.
Somehow, one needs a dessert on
Easter (beside the Peeps, that is). We
split a baked apple with calvados and vanilla ice cream, and a crème caramel with
a langue de chat biscuit. Even Dora when the tuna can opens doesn't
have a tongue that long.
Everything was well-prepared and
well-served, without fuss. That makes
Brasserie Blanc almost a family restaurant for us, as it is for the Langes; so even without the colored eggs or ham or lamb, it was a happy Easter.
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