After our drinks across the road from the
market hall under restoration, we walked over to ‘Le XII’. Although I had never
been to this restaurant before, the exterior looked familiar. I recognized the
steep steps leading up to what used to be the entrance door of a café we had
visited in the early years of the millennium. At the time it had been a rather
dark and rustic place, with dark wooden beams and an old bar, over which a
large collection of standards of what I think were soccer teams were on display.
The new entrance to the restaurant had been moved a few metres down the road. Inside the place looked modern and pristine. Some interior walls had been knocked out and room was spacious and bright. The staff was very young, hardly twenty, yet very efficient. There was chatter and laughing coming from a function room on the side. While we were studying the menu card, the young waiter and waitress commuted between the kitchen and the function room, carrying large plates laden with delicious looking food.
Asparagus with langoustines and veal sweetbreads.
The new entrance to the restaurant had been moved a few metres down the road. Inside the place looked modern and pristine. Some interior walls had been knocked out and room was spacious and bright. The staff was very young, hardly twenty, yet very efficient. There was chatter and laughing coming from a function room on the side. While we were studying the menu card, the young waiter and waitress commuted between the kitchen and the function room, carrying large plates laden with delicious looking food.
Cannelloni of smoked salmon.
Seabass with new potatoes and oyster mushrooms.
B.'s main course from the 'ardoise' menu.
J.L's main course.
B. decided to have the ‘ardoise’ menu (some
kind of deep fried spring roll with finely chopped vegetables and a filet of
John Dory with spring onions and cherry tomatoes). J.L. and I splashed out on an ‘à la carte’ menu:
asparagus, langoustines and veal sweetbreads, followed by a sea bass filet with
new potatoes and oyster mushrooms, for me) and (cannelloni of smoked salmon
stuffed with salmon mousse, followed by another fish dish, of which I have
forgotten the name, for J.L.). I also wanted to introduce my friends to a Loire
Valley wine they hadn’t tried yet: a fruity Cour Cheverny (white) by a winemaker called Luc Percher at a 'lieu-dit' L'Epicourchois.
They liked it so much that they took the empty bottle with them in order to
have the winemakers address, in view of a possible visit of the winery.
J.L. had a trio of sorbets and a coffee. B.
just had a coffee while I finished the rest of the sparkling water. It was a
very good meal, nicely presented in very nice surroundings; the only disappointing
element being the fact that the outdoor terrace with castle view only existed
in the imagination of a very clever web designer.
7 comments:
The food looks so delicious. I'm having breakfast now, but you've made me anxious to have lunch. Great photos of the food as well as the scenery.
Delicious-looking food.
Fantastic looking food.
BTW I LOVE your header photograph.
Works of art!
The food looks wonderful...and has inspired me to cook fish with asparagus for dinner this evening, Merci Martine!
Thank goodness you were able to take photos of the food.....very very nice.
Bob, A fine very meal indeed, but not right for breakfast ... I guess :)
Carolyn, Yummy ...
Gaynor, Thank you. It makes a chance from the traditional Renaissance castle, doesn't it?
Chm, Indeed ... a shame to tuck into.
Louise, Glad to have been a source of inspiration.
Virginia, It tasted just as nice!
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