Resolved to take it easy today, we plan only one excursion,
to Lisle Sur Tarn which is a pretty little town less than 30 minutes
drive.
As intended, we get there in time for the market. There's a light and intermittent rain falling. We buy two breads, from two different
vendors. Walk away from the cheese guys
because at home we still have 4 or 5 cheeses in the fridge. Buy some jam, vegetables and a sausage flavored
with Roquefort. There isn’t much to the
market, but that’s OK per our plan.
We get to the restaurant that was another focus of our visit
just at noon as they open up. Le Romuald
was a recommendation from our landlord, one of just a few restaurants in Lisle,
but more than worth the trip. They seat
maybe 30 people in total. We were the
only non-locals. And we only got a table
because of a cancellation and the fact that we were the first at their door
when they opened (note to self: make
reservations in the future). I had
grilled steak, which they actually grilled on the fire 8 feet from
us. Maxine had leg of rabbit, also
grilled. For dessert, Maxine ordered
crème brulee, which they finished off at the grill by putting a hot iron over
the top of the serving container, a novel way to caramelize the sugar. The
fire served another purpose – keeping us warm on this drizzly day.
The chef prepared one table’s main courses at a time. We were first, but it would be easy to see
how patience would be necessary here.
But, from a price-value stand point, the best meal we’ve had so far in
France.
We spent the remainder of this cold, rainy day at our ‘home’
in Broze. We try to use the huge fireplace in our living room and smoke ourselves out. We never dare to use it again. We read. Watch movies on the iPad. Simply no different than a similar day could
be in Los Angeles.
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