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.