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Doh! I knew that. That's in the old Puglia Deli location ... the place that had the fire because of a grow op upstrairs. A.

Already open ... it's in the old NBI A.

WHAT??? You're not gonna smoke it??? I'm so disillusioned I'm using an apple-juice and bourbon brine this Christmas, and then I'm gonna smoke me a bird! We'll also do a regular bird (maybe that Bon Appetit recipe) for those less adventurous. But damn that smoked turkey is good! I get mine from Cioffi's too. Fresh, organic, free-range ... yadda yadda yadda. The fmaily used to get their's from Rocky's down Hastings from Cioffi's, but ever since Rocky retired, it's not bee the same. A.

Why don't you just ask your server, the sommelier, or Stephanie (owner, and wife of the chef) for some guidance? Still/sparkling water is a safe choice, but I'm sure they have other better options. After all, Chambar did a non-alchoholic pairing menu a while back, so there are other options. A.

I have to take part of the blame for that cheese order Lucy. The fellow at the stand was a very good salesman, and the cheese was so good. I did in fact ask him to cut me a smaller piece that he was going to at first, but that was still a pretty big piece. I could have asked him to cut it smaller, but I was caught up in the moment and didn't. So chalk it up to 1/2 "hucksterism" and 1/2 me saying "oh wht the hell." You know I will! Lyon was actually on our first draft of the trip. But damn it, there's so much to see in France! A.

And it's also possible to go to a boulangerie for a baguette and then to a charcuterie for pate' and cheese. ← Susan, that was a question we faced every day. As much as I like my baked goods, and as much as the idea of chocolate for breakfast has been appealing to me since I was 2 years old, I still need a savory breakfast from time to time. If you're dining out in Paris, it's not a problem. Many cafes will offer an "American" or "London" breakfast. Be prepared for the prices though as they know that anyone who orders them is a tourist. Pan's advice is closer to what we would do. Cheese, cured sausage and pate started many days for us. A.

I think you'd fare just fine. Of course the closer you are to a major urban centre, or a major tourist centre, the more English will be spoken. Make sure you learn at least a little French. Any effort on your part to communicate in their language as opposed to always asking "Parlez-vous anglais?" is appreciated. Nah, it was from the walking! Thanks. I really enjoyed this report. I've been to Beaune. It's beautiful, and the Hotel-Dieu is most impressive! I didn't stay there, though. I think the reason my family didn't stay there was that it would have been expensive. Beaune seemed like a very prosperous city. Did you visit Chablis? ← Pan ... I'm sure it was the walking! Even when we weren't on the walking tour we were probably doing 15km a day. We didn't do Chablis this trip. Our plan is to return (sooner than later) and rent an apartment in Burgundy for a week or so. We still won't be able to bring home boxes of wine without a major beaurocratic nightmare, but at least we'll have more time to drink it in France! A.

Hands down, we prefered the rural parts of the trip. That's not so different than the way we are at home ... we live in the city, but vacation in the country. Paris is awesome ... everything you could possibly want in a city. But I felt we got to know the French much better the further away from Paris we got. That's a tough one. Go buy yourself a pedometer and walk for an hour. If you feel good, walk another hour. Now think if you could do that for 5 or 6 days straight. With Sentiers de France, I believe they have 3 levels of difficulty. Our tour was a mid-level. The beginner levels did about 8-10km over pretty flat terrain. We did buy train passes, and we did rent a car. I'd have to add up our bills to get a total ... but to answer your last question, I don't think spending any more money than we did would have resulted in a better trip. The bottle of Pommard, a bottle of Cassis, a bottle of chestnut liqueur, and a couple cans of foie. There's only so much I'm willing to carry on my back! A.

So that was the trip. Happily I actually lost weight on this trip, which means I was either working too hard, or not eating enough! Here are some random observations from the notes I kept on this trip: The French are not rude … at least not the ones we met. They are blunt, but their manners in general are better than most North Americans. The French are proud of their language and usually insist on it being spoken properly. When my attempts at French were corrected, I was grateful. When my attempts at French were tolerated, I was also grateful. Most of the waiters at Paris bistros outwork any server I have ever seen in North America. Serving, bussing, and still finding time for a smoke? Awesome! All that corn (in the Dordogne), and not a bit to eat … unless you’re a cow, goose or duck! Smoking and food DO NOT go together ... unless it's the food that being smoked. Breakfast should always begin with a Kir. All butchers should arrive in my neighbourhood with a trailer full of duck, paté and foie. The cheese-makers should do likewise. Thanks to anyone who contributed to threads that helped us out on this trip. This is what I like about eGullet. I hope my report will help some of you later on as well. Bonne Journée A.

I went, I photographed, I posted. Fetes report HERE A.

We decided to spend the last 3 days of our trip back in Paris. It would be a chance to organize ourselves, do some last minute souvenir/wine/cheese/chocolate shopping, and to take in the Fête des Vendanges de Montmartre. I had been reading about the fête over in the France forum [LINK to the Thread] and was pleased to discover it coincided precisely with our return to Paris. Those who have been to Montmartre will know that the top of the Butte around Sacré Coeur is a bit of a tourist gong show. Place du Tertre with its “artists” is equally appalling IMO. But once you get away from that, Montmartre is really quite a charming neighbourhood. The food part of the Fête takes place on the streets around Sacré Coeur and leading up to Place du Tertre. Food vendors and wine makers from around the country set up tents and do their best to prove that whatever they’re selling is the best in France. Of course the Compté caught my eye. Poillee Comptoise This seemed to be the meal of choice during the Fête. Called “poillée” or “tartillette” it’s essentially a mixture of potatoes, sausage and cheese. The one pictured above used, of course, Comté. Tartillette with Epoisses! This one was also cooked in one of the largest pans I have ever seen .. So lunch was an easy decision The Fêtes is really about the release of the newest vintage of wine from the vineyard on Montmartre. La Close du Montmartre We never tasted the wine, but from what I’ve heard, we really weren’t missing much. To go along with the release there are many speeches, parades and officials walking around in “official” costume. There’s also live music in the evening, and a fireworks display on Saturday night. All in all a fun afternoon, but way over-priced. The tartillette for example was 7 Euros and it was tough to find wine vendors selling a glass of wine for under 3. If you happen to be there at the right time, go. Personally I wouldn't make a special trip for it again. As the crowds were starting to get larger, J & I decided to skip those festivities and look for one last meal in Paris before we left. I have no pictures, but our meal at Polidor was a hoot. This is not where you go for fancy food and polished service. This is where you go because you’re broke and hungry. It was nowhere near our best meal, but was one of the most memorable thanks to our server, a 60-sh y.o. woman who looked like she had been a server for way too long. She made no attempt at conversation with us, just took the orders (20 Euro menu for entrée, plat and dessert) and grunted when she understood. J ordered the wine, and only was able to say “Beaujolais” before our server said “Oui, Beaujolais” and was gone. There were in fact 3 Beaujolais on the carte des vins, but “Granny” was going to make our choice for us. Of course, it was delicious Our food arrived swiftly, with Granny almost tossing the plates in front of us. When a couple seated beside us (directly beside us … family style) asked for water, Granny simply grabbed the carafe that was in front of us and put it in front of them. Napkins were similarly dispensed. Soon, you learned to simply ask your neighbours to pass anything you needed. Granny was a busy lady. Polidor 41 rue Monsieur-le-Prince Metro: Odeon I won’t bother with the phone number … they don’t do reservations. Get there early (open at 7:30) if you don’t want to wait.

The city of Beaune itself, in particular the historic centre-ville (where one finds the Hotel Dieu Hospices de Beaune) is a maze of cobbled streets. One can be entertained for hours sitting at a sidewalk café and watching the same cars go past 4 or 5 times as they try to find their way to the parking lots outside the city. Food wise, there are many touristy cafés around the Tourist Centre on Place de la Halle. Much better choices are available further afield. Rue Carnot and Place Carnot probably have the best selection, but if you spend the time wandering the streets you’ll find all sorts of hidden gems. You’re in the heart of Burgundy after all. At least the wine will be good. The Café de Paris on Petite Place Carnot. There are three cafés behind the fountain on this place (a bar, a café and a brasserie to be exact) but we kept returning to the Paris. The wine list here is massive, so we would usually sample a couple wines from wineries we had driven by earlier in the day. It was a great place to sit and unwind. A small sidenote: If you look closely at the top of the building you’ll see a painting of a woman in the window. These faux-folk were in windows all over the city. Beaune was also home to Bouché. Bouché was not only one of the prettiest Patisseries we encountered on our trip, but was also the name of their 18 month old boxer. While I was picking out chocolates, J was making friends with Bouché. Pistacio Filled Escargot Candied Orange w/ Chocolate Left: Cherry with Kirsch, Right: Mocha Truffle The Kirsch Cherry was frickin' incredible! It was a good thing we didn't eat them until we got on the train the next day or I would have dropped big coin on more! The fig cakes at Bouché are also pretty amazing. Dinner that night was pretty low-key: Kebab & Frites! (But check out that wine!) Our last morning in Beaune was spent at Place Carnot with an espresso and these: Apple & Cherry Tarts Doesn't the morning light look great on those pastries? Don't kid yourself though ... it was startin' to get mighty chilly! We picked the pastries up at a small shop in Nuits St. Georges the day before. The pastries were really good, but what was really amazing was how they were wrapped: We found this to be the norm throughout France. In almost every shop we visited, items were wrapped with care, not just tossed into a plastic bag. The way the clerk at Cantin wrapped each cheese, how a bottle of wine was wrapped in tissue before placing it in a chic paper bag … it was like Christmas for food lovers! I know this isn’t the case everywhere, but for someone from North America, the way food was treated in France was in stark contrast to how it is treated at home. They really love their food, and it shows. And with that we leave Beaune, and return to Paris to welcome a new vintage from the vineyards of Montemartre.

Is it Sandy??? A.

Everything in the Dordogne and Burgundy is so close together that you could just pick a central location and do circle-routes from there. You could also arrange for taxis to take you back to your hotel/apartment if you just wanted to walk further afield. As to where that central loction would be ... I'd say Beaune in Burgundy and Les Eyzies in the Dordogne would be good places to start, but I'd need to do a bit more research to say for sure. However, I would still give serious consideration to using a tour company to make the arrangements. The fact that there was someone moving our packs from hotel to hotel made it possible for us to move throughout the region without a)carrying our packs, b)worrying about moving our packs or c)having to return to the same hotel so we wouldn't need to move our packs in the first place. The money we spent was well worth it for the peace of mind it gave us on the trip. A.

Yep, that was foam. I have the menu but it makes no mention of the foam, and J couldn't remember what flavour it was. Something I never mentioned was the serving "dishes" for the entrees, which were slabs of slate! Very cool. BryanZ ... I thought that meal might appeal to you! Bien sur! My understanding is that the AOC qualification means it must be made with raw milk ... which means it can't go above a specific temperature (37C I believe). The Epoisses Web Site has all the detailed information if you're so inclined. A.

A few more meals under our belts, we felt ready for another attempt at “fine dining” in France. Actually it had more to do with the fact that we weren’t walking all day any more … but we did feel ready. Based on many recommendations found here and elsewhere we had a very successful lunch in Beaune at Ma Cuisine. Truffled scrambled eggs (me) and country pate (J) were the entrées, and we both had chicken confit for our mains. Our server turned out to be Pierre Escoffier, one of the owners. The wine was a Sauvigney-Les-Beaune … I forget the chateaux. That’s what happens when you forget the camera! One of the most memorable parts of the meal came in the form of the cheese plate I ordered. It was (surprise surprise) Epoisses. But what was remarkable was how it was served. Before serving, the plate was heated, and then a slab of Epoisses was placed on it. The result was a beautiful melted plate of cheese, perfectly suited to “spooning” up with slabs of fresh baked bread. Ma Cuisine is quite a small restaurant (30 seats or so inside, more on the patio when weather permits) so reservations are a good idea. I’ve been told by many that the wine list is top-notch, no doubt bolstered by its own cave, located next door. Ma Cuisine Passage Sainte-Hélène Beaune 33 380 223 022 Our lunch in Nuits-Saint-Georges the next day was even more impressive … and this time I brought the camera! The desitination was La Cabotte, a rec from eG’s Margaret Pilgrim. The bread arrived in a paper bag, closed with a small clothes pin. On the left is a graduated cylinder of olive oil, and on the right are two test tubes with a froid/chaud of tomato water. Not sure what that meant, but it was damned tasty! The amuse was a soup of butternut squash and cream, accompanied by a croquette of potato and cheese. The soup was so incredibly rich I’m positive it contained a week’s supply of butter in that one small jar. My entrée: Galette of beef cheeks and escargots, served with a poached egg and a lie de vin (in the syringe). Very intense, well-balanced flavours, albeit a little messy. Thank goodness I had extra bread to wipe up the egg yolk and reduction! J’s entrée: Skate wing and ham pressé, served with an arrugula salad and a cured ham chip. Didn’t get a taste of this one, but J assured me (between bites) it was excellent. My main: Magret de canard with polenta chips, tomato confit and mushrooms. Can you see the skin on that duck? Can you? Can you? J’s main: Atlantic salmon with fried leeks, and roe marinated in soy and lemon zest. The wine. This shows another aspect of the French wine industry I really like … half bottles! We’d already had a fair amount of cassis that day and wanted to visit a few more wineries that afternoon. The smaller bottle is a perfect solution. I wish more wineries would use them The first crème brûlée of the trip (notice a theme with the serving dishes?) Those are lemon and raspberry madeleines on the side. This was a very well executed lunch from the kitchen side. Lots of great flavours presented with a great sense of humour. The only negative was that service was a little too relaxed, even if we compensated for a more laid back “French” dining experience. When our server was there, she was very professional but I would have liked to have seen her more frequently. If not for that, this would have been our best meal. La Cabotte 24, Grande Rue Nuits St Georges 03 80 61 20 77

Cheese is my addiction. In fact, it was cheese that brought me to eGullet almost 3 years ago. Show me a round of crumbling Parm-Reg, a cabecou of Rocamadour or a smelly, oozing wedge of Munster and my eyes begin to glaze over, my breath becomes shallow and I get a silly grin on my face. Ask J. It happened over and over on this trip. I almost needed a paramedic after Marie-Ann Catin’s shop on rue Claire. In the Vancouver forum there has been much discussion of Epoisses. A cheese with its own website? Stinky, runny goodness? I’m in! So it was with great glee that I discovered that one of three fromageries allowed to make the stuff (under the French A.O.C. rules) was mere minutes from Beaune. Fromagerie Gaugry is situated in Brochon, just off the highway between Beaune & Dijon (N74) and just north of Gevrey-Chambertin. If you want to see the actual production taking place, be sure to visit in the morning. We missed that by an hour (our lunches were so leisurely) but even so the drive up was worth it. Wheels of Epoisses at various stages of drying. Once dried the cheese is taken to caves and aged for 5-6 weeks. During this time, each cheese is rinsed 1-3 times per week in water to which increasingly higher quantities of marc de Bourgogne (eau de vie) have been added. Remember the marc, we’ll be seeing more of that later … The Final Product Sadly, I was unable to bring home any Epoisses. Canadian laws allow me to import it, but Epoisses needs constant refrigeration. My pack was not suitable equipped. Le Petit Creux, another excellent aged runny cheese available at Gaugry’s shop The Gaugry Product Selection This was just a small sampling of all the cheeses made at Gaugry. There is another display case behind this one that features other cheeses of the region. Butter! This entire top section is butter. God I love the French! South of Brochon is Nuits-Saint-Georges, a beautiful little city that is home to another great discover of this trip … Cassis! Of course we knew about cassis before we went to France, but we had yet to meet “Super-Cassis” at the Cassissium. Vedrenne has been making cassis and other liqueurs since 1927. A visit to the Cassissium also includes a tour of the production facilities. Remember the marc used for the Epoisses? This behemoth of an oak barrel is used to age the marc (as well as a more refined spirit called fine) produced by Vedrenne. There were 12 such barrels in the fermenting room … truly impressive, as was the final product. The Cassissium might be a little “Disney” for some tastes. The film narrated by their mascot “Super-Cassis” certainly was! We found the gift shop to be a good source for cassis, marc, ratafia and many others. Prices compared favourably with what we found in Beaune. We’re not quite done with Nuits-Saint-Georges. We still need to have lunch!

That sounds amazing! Can this be found at a local haunt, or is this a home-cooked thing only? Do I have to camp out on your doorstep AGAIN?? A.

Week 3 The Cote d'Or was my choice for the trip. I am an admitted moron when it comes to French wine. What’s worse, even though Burgundy has the reputation of producing some of the world’s greatest wines, I had never had a Burgundy I thought worthy of anything more than adding to stew. I must have been doing something wrong, right? Well that’s what I wanted to find out. The Hotel Grillon in Beaune was home base for the next 4 nights. I’m focussing on the food & drink aspect of the trip for this blog, but the Hospices de Beaune was the most incredible thing I saw the entire trip. The hospices have been open since 1443, and for the wine folk (keeping this OT) the wine auction is an annual highlight. (CLICK HERE for more information on the wine auction) We had arrived in Côte d’Or shortly after les vanganges (the harvest), and now “the crush” was taking place. In each small village of the Côte de Nuits, Côte de Beaune and even in the center of Beaune the sickly sweet smell of Pinot Noir juice filled the air. As with foie in the Dordogne, evidence of wine-making permeated almost every aspect of culture in the Côte d’Or. We rented a car and spent the next two days visiting whatever vineyards were open. With this being such a busy time of the year, many of the smaller producers weren’t open for tastings. In addition, we are of the belief that if you taste, your intentions should be to buy at least a bottle. There’s only so much wine you can drink/carry/import into Canada. Don’t worry, we did well … just not as well as we’d have liked. The following is an out-of-sequence highlight package of the wine touring we accomplished. The Chateau du Clos de Vougeot: Home of the Confrérie des Chevaliers du Tastevin. About 1/10th of the two cellars we were allowed to see. I would have taken more pictures of the chateau itself, but there were too many tour buses in the way Château Gevrey Chambertin Aparently, Chambertin was Napoleon’s favourite wine. Unfortunately, the castle proved to be our Waterloo … I didn't even need the English on this one!! Château de Meursault South of Beaune, we visited two lovely estates. The first (above) was Château de Meursault. I thought the visit was a little pricey (15 Euro) until we went into the cellars! The tour is self-guided right up until you reach the final cave. This worked out well for me as I was playing with the time-exposure settings on my camera to get these shots. Once in the last cave, you are met by one of the estates sommeliers for a tasting. They must have known we were coming ... Meursault is best known for its whites, and for good reasons. But the reds we tasted were also excellent. Château de Pommard Château de Pommard was an equally beautiful estate, and in the end produced the only wine we felt worthy of bringing home. A bottle of their 2003 is now quietly cellaring at home. The sommelier we spoke with (Thomas) was also a wealth of knowledge not just on Pommard, but the entire Côte d’Or. Up next? What else …. CHEESE!

I'd have to say there was no gin (working on a 4 week old memory), which was fine, since I order Negroni's for the Campari. Thanks for clearing up that mystery. LET us? Maybe THAT's why we got the stares! I agree, the liquor laws are so civilized in France. Hell, compared to Canada anybody's liquor laws are civilized ... except Utah. A.

In my humble opinion, the best way to travel around France is by train. We purchased two 3-day France-Rail passes (1st Class) for under $500 CDN. That handled the travel from Paris–Brive (Dordogne), Sarlat-Paris-Beaune and Beaune-Paris. The trains all ran on time, and we arrived relaxed and maybe a little drunk Yes, dining on the trains became a bit of a hobby for us. We’d fill one of our day-packs with local goodies and a bottle of the local grape. Once the train left the station we’d fold down the tables and set up the picnic! I’m taking a bit of editorial licence here and using a few pictures out of sequence. Those of you with a keen eye would have noticed that this bottle of wine … … is from Burgundy and not the Dordogne. But apart from that difference, the picnics were pretty much interchangeable. These are the chocolates from the shop in Sarlat. You may have also noticed the dark bag just right of the wine glass in the picnic shot? Those are the famous stuffed prunes from Agen. Prunes stuffed with prune/armagnac puree. Mmmmmmm! Full of pruney goodness they were! Seriously. A question for those who have traveled via train in France: Did you get the evil eye from some folk when you brought out the picnic? There were a couple times when eyes were rolled after I popped a cork. This may have been because we were in First Class(???) Not that I was concerned or anything. Just wondering if I made some sort of TGV faux pas.

Too funny! I read that one about a year ago, and wanted to go visit Les Arques, but it was just too far out of our way ... especially considering we were on foot! Another excellent read that takes place in the Dordogne is Castle in the Backyard. Less food-oriented than the Sanders book, but an excellent guide to the Dordogne Valley. We even found the house these folks restored! A.

One of the downsides to having a fixed amount of time for vacations is your ability to “free-style” is limited. If you find a little village you want to explore beyond the time allotted you’re out of luck. Such was the dilemma we found ourselves in with Sarlat. True, we could have delayed our trip to Beaune, and then our return to Paris … Sad, isn’t it? Sarlat has been inhabited since Gallo-Roman times, and by the end of the 8th century was a prosperous city. It has been home to abbeys and conquering armies, and until the 1960’s had fallen into “ghost town” status until the loi Malroux saw the restoration of one of the most beautiful medieval cities in France. The old town is essentially divided in half by rue de la Republique. Republique is where you’ll find most of the basic shops and services. The old city is where most of the restaurants are (touristy and otherwise) along with the Tourist Centre and many many tourist shops. This is where you’d find foie gras, nut wines and other regional treats. We found the prices better at the market, but the selection better in the stores. The rest of market day was spent poking around the city, visiting churches, ramparts and other such fortifications. We decided we wanted something pretty low key for dinner. After a week of 4 course meals, we just wanted … pizza. Pizzeria Romane was suggested to us by one of the vendors we met in the market. “Pizzas cuites au feu de bois” and a nice Cahor rosé and we settled in for a great evening of relaxing and watching the young Italian waiters (again, their cute-ness being confirmed by J) hitting on the young women of Sarlat. This was the only time that cigarette smoke was an issue for us … it took 3 days for our jackets to be completely aired out! However, the pizza was excellent, the service good, and the price very reasonable. Make reservations! Pizzeria Roman 3 Cote de Toulouse 05 53 59 23 88 Breakfast the next day was on rue de la Republique Forgive me, as I have forgotten the name. I think it may be: Salon de Thé Mourroux 27 Rue de la République 05 53 59 47 00 ... but I’m not positive. Whatever the name, the pastries were beautiful, and those we ate: Walnut & Caramel Tart Walnut Cake … were delicious. Have a look at what we didn’t order! Being able to slow down a bit, we were also able to pay closer attention to other shops. One chocolatier – B. Decaix (also on rue de la Republique) offered some of the most amazing chocolates we had seen to date: Some of these will make an appearance on the train to Beaune Henry Miller once said of the Dordogne, “Here is the Frenchmen’s paradise.” I must admit that were it not for J, I would have passed over the Dordogne for other “sexier” locals. I am so grateful we didn’t. One small plug before we move on to Burgundy … the cab driver who took us to the train station is a fellow named Philippe Mouret. He runs a company called “Allo Philippe Taxi” that provides taxi service as well as guided tours of the area. In the hour we spent with him before we left Sarlat (15 minute drive, 45 minutes gabbing before the train left) we learned more about the area than we did from any of the tourist guides. Allo Philippe Taxi 06 08 57 30 10 05 53 59 39 65 allophilippetaxi@wanadoo.fr

It's ALWAYS time for a beer! A.

Crass? You?? It's a really good question. When we started the trip, I expected we'd have that sort of connection with the culture & food. Truth was, the distances we covered prevented any sort of "poking about" to get to know the locals. We did see more fields of corn than I've ever seen in my life (and we drive through Chilliwack, BC man times a year), saw vineyards that were so beautiful they made me weep, and even experienced the wonderful aroma of drying tobacco (I'm serious about the wonderful comment). So while we may not have connected with the culture so much, we did connect with the country. When we return to France, we'll walk again, because it does get you much closer to things than a car or a tour bus can. What we'll do differently is rent ourselves an apartment and do much shorter trips. Stay tuned! A.