Archive for March, 2005

Paris – Astier

Friday, March 25th, 2005

Not a good day today. Plan: fly to Paris via Zurich, arrive around lunchtime, and visit an exhibition in the afternoon. Reality: I arrive in Venice airport to find it wreathed in a thick spring fog, incoming plane is delayed, I miss the connecting flight in Zurich, and have to wait two hours for the next one. Result: a day wasted hanging around in airports and I only arrive in Paris at 6 pm!

But Paris has a special je ne sais quoi that revives the jaded business traveller. Maybe the warm evening sunlight shining on the boulevards? Or the colourful array of all kinds of little shops, offering clothing for grosses tailles, upscale bathroom fixtures or boulangeries that might have been there a few generations? My spirits lift and soon it’s time for dinner!

I decide to explore the surroundings of my hotel in the Place de la République. Not far away is Astier, a small bistro with closely spaced tables, wood panelling and napkins the same size as the tablecloths!

The menu is a selection of bistro standards, with some nice alternatives in the fish department. But I’m in the mood for meat, so as a starter I order an excellent foie gras de canard with a glass of sweet Jurançon wine. This is quickly followed by the main course of lapin à  la sauce moutarde, tender rabbit legs with a delicate mustard sauce.

Next comes a highlight in Astier: a truly huge plateau de fromages with over two dozen cheeses, brought to the table on a wire trestle, similar to the seafood plate in other restaurants. A real temptation, and for a cheese lover as me, it’s not easy to resist trying a little bit of this, then a litle bit of that… weight watchers be warned! After this feast, no room for dessert! Oh, alright, I confess to having a refreshing sorbet de mangue to clear my palate!

From the impressive wine list, I chose a very decent Loire Valley red, Saumur Champigny Chateau de Hureau 2002.

Excellent value, with the menu fixe at Euro 27 + wine.

Astier, 44 rue J. Pierre Timbaud, Paris 11e.

Newmarket – The Old Plough

Thursday, March 3rd, 2005

Three days in the UK this week, on tour to see some customers and to visit a trade show. Gives me ample time to explore the culinary delights of Newmarket! Not that I have any business here, but it’s the home town of my Woman in UK, and reasonably convenient for reaching the motorways towards the Midlands.

The true vocation of Newmarket is evident a few miles before entering the town centre: a large bronze statue of a prancing horse and his stableboy dominates a large roundabout – for Newmarket is the home of British horseracing. Horsey features are abundant – vast fields with “gallops” surround the town, motorists stop and give way to horseriders, on busy gallops crossing a public road, riders can even pull a special handle at “horse crossings” to turn traffic lights red. An accident with a horse would surely be very expensive, as these are no ordinary horses, but thoroughbred beasts that are traded by tycoons, royalty and sheiks at the local horse sales.

The NEC exhibition halls in Birmingham have little to offer beyond overpriced sandwiches and bar food, so it is with pleasure that we return to Newmarket for our evening meals. On the three nights we have a fair cross-section of British cuisine: the chinky, the tandoori and the pub dinner. The Chinese and Indian restaurants in the town centre were very good, but special mention must go to The Old Plough pub in Ashley, a village just outside Newmarket. It is here where my Woman in UK and her husband take me on Tuesday night.

From the outside The Old Plough is unassuming, but the warm, cosy interior with the roaring open fireplace is welcoming. All kinds of bric-a-brac adorn the stone walls. Just the sort of place to spend a couple of hours with a few pints of Caffrey’s to enliven the conversation. But this is much more than a pub, it is a fine restaurant well known in the area with a fine wine list to boot! Fish is a strong point here, and after a starter of excellent grey shrimps on toast (nowhere to be had in Italy), I know exactly what to order: a grilled Dover Sole! Good Dover Soles are getting ever rarer, especially in the size served here – huge! We are not disappointed – the sole is juicy and meaty and served with a choice of a dozen different vegetables. Well cooked veg is a rarity in Britain, where cooking of peas and carrots varies wildly from the almost raw to the mushy, but here at The Old Plough they get it just right. The wine of choice tonight is a Lugana from the South of Lake Garda. I have written about this wine before, and I am surprised to see it on offer so far from its home region. Just the right degree of dryness to go with the sole. We barely have room for dessert and here too I am not disappointed – a crème brulée with a layer of raspberries. Scrumptious! Special Gastronaut Best of British Pubs award! The prices are correct for the UK: £ 150 for three, including two bottles of wine and pre-dinner drinks.