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For
those of you who are out and about in France this summer, here's a selection
of my favourite restaurants avec
chambres
PLENTY
OF ROOM AT THE INN
[First published Financial Times Weekend, 14th May 2005] Have
you ever stopped to ponder the peculiarly French concept of the restaurant
avec chambres? There’s a fundamental philosophical difference
between such an establishment and a hotel. Hotels do beds and bedding,
bathrooms, bathrobes, baskets of soaps and shampoos, minibars and TVs.
Restaurants
avec chambres (RACs), while they make certain concessions to
bed and bath, are basically about food. It’s all a question of priorities. Hotels
belong in towns; RACs are rural creatures. They are perfect for
the long-distance traveller looking for a one-night stand en route to somewhere
else, with the assurance of a memorable meal built in. Or they provide
an attractive base-camp from which to explore a promising region. Increasingly,
as France enforces its alcohol ban at the wheel, RACs appeal to
locals too. Over years of travel through France, we’ve built up a dossier
of such places. In fact, if I weren’t fearful of trademark violations,
I would consider founding my own RAC club. The
Relais
de Reuilly in Reuilly-Savigny is the quintessential RAC with
just 7 rooms. Set in the heart of Champagne country, southwest of Reims
and close to Château-Thierry, it’s perfectly placed for a weekend
break from Paris, or for people speeding south from the Channel en route
to Switzerland or Italy. Perched beside the road, it has an expansive terrace
below which the ground slopes away to reveal a beautiful medieval stone
church. Beyond the church the famed Champagne vineyards are visible. Martial
Berthuit is in the kitchen, his wife Line is front-of-house. A meal chez
Berthuit generally opens with a glass of Champagne (try the Laurent Perrier
rosé) accompanied by a little family of amuse-gueules lined up on
a tiny tray. The daddy is a tall, slender glass of sweet potato ‘cappuccino’,
in the middle comes a buxom ramekin of crab and horseradish cream, and
the runt of the litter is a foie gras mousse on a sweet tomato jelly. In
the winter months, scallops may be in evidence, seared in the pan and served
four ways: with a silken, buttery apple purée and crunchy nuts,
with a sliver of artichoke and some peeled broad beans, on an onion and
pepper ragout, and on a bed of bittersweet endives. Lamb racks are served
perfectly pink, along with a succulent piece of shoulder, which is gently
braised and teased apart into juicy threads rather like rillettes. There’s
a decent cheese board from which it’s worth having a crack at the local
Chaource. This bloomy-rind, soft, creamy, cow’s milk cheese can be a wonderful
Champagne experience, or a deeply disappointing (probably pasteurized)
one - too salty and unevenly ripe. Monsieur Berthuit gets his just right.
The chef is also something of a chocolate specialist. If chocolate savarin
with citrus ice cream, or chocolate tart or the soft-centred, melting moelleux
au chocolat are available, give any or all of them a go. The
Bon
Acceuil in Malbuisson, close to Pontarlier in the Jura, has 12 rooms
and is another worthy contender for RAC status. In winter,
the village (at 900 metres altitude) slumbers under a generous coating
of powder snow and is a cross-country skier’s paradise. In summer it’s
great for walking, or for water sports on the little Lac Saint Point. This
is the country of Mont d’Or, Morbier and Comté cheese, Morteau sausages,
ceps and morels, fat rainbow trout from the Doubs, venison from the forests
and gleaming black cherries from Fougerolles. Chef Marc Faivre takes each
of these by turns, depending on the season, working on them with a lightness
of touch uncommon in these Jurassic parts. His wife Catherine guides you
gently through the menu, proposing here a saddle of rabbit roasted with
local Savagnin wine, the legs gently stewed with coriander and garnished
with the fresh herb, there a fillet of beef with a sternly reduced red
wine sauce and Monsieur Tatou’s tasty potatoes, hollowed out and filled
with heaps of chervil and chives. The
cheese board is small and to the point and features some wonderful stuff
from the Sancey-Richard fromagerie down the road in Metabief. If
you can time your visit between November and March, you’ll be sure to catch
the unmatched Mont d’Or, an unctuous liquid golden cheese that is scooped
from its box with a ceremonial spoon and served with country bread studded
with walnuts. To finish there’s a reassuring selection of granny puddings:
clafoutis of cherries, rhubarb tart, baked apples and bricelets
(a bit like superior ice cream cones) filled with speckled vanilla ice
and served with strawberries. The
third member-elect of my select club is the Auberge St Fleuret
tucked away in the Lot valley in the tiny village of Estaing (as in Giscard
d’ – who’s just put in a bid for the seigneurial chateau), a mere 45 minutes
from Rodez airport. There are just 14 rooms, modestly priced and offering
special concessions for pilgrims – Estaing is on the Road to Compostela. This
is picture-book France. Fairytale medieval castles lord it over riverside
villages, Gothic stone bridges span the waters, superb Romanesque churches
strut their stuff. The exquisite medieval village of Conques, a UNESCO
heritage site with its Abbey of Sainte Foy and its incomparable treasury
of statues and reliquaries, is not far away. To the north is the wild plateau
of Aubrac, carpeted in early summer with wild jonquils, narcissus and orchids,
home to lustrous-eyed, toffee-coloured Aubrac cows and robust rounds of
Laguiole cheese. Chef
Gilles Moreau is a staunch defender of his terroir, sourcing his
raw materials from local markets and growers. There are 4 different prix-fixe
menus, ranging from the modestly priced 3-course Terroir et Tradition
(available
any time except Sunday lunch) to the tasty blow-out(‘Le
Gouteux’). We agonised between plump snails threaded on skewers served
over a vivid green parsley sauce with asparagus, or duck foie gras wrapped
in a chicken breast medallion, followed by a piece of cod that passed all
understanding with its buttery, nutmeggy spinach or roast duck breast with
wild mushrooms. The
cheese chariot has superb local Laguiole (pronounced La-Yole),Fourme
d’Ambert shot through with blue veins and a delectable little soft farmhouse
cheese called L‘Ecir. Puddings include a parfait perfumed with pain
d’epices (gingerbread), a crumbly tart oozing with chocolate served
with Mascarpone ice cream, or a light and virtuous selection of tropical
fruits with coconut ice. My
final candidate is the Hostellerie Placide in Tence, high up in
the Massif Central. The Michelin guide has it down as a hotel, but at heart
it’s an RAC. The town, whose tall, austere stone houses are clustered
around a curve on the river Lignon, is about equidistant from St Etienne
and St Puy-en-Velay. Some of the older inhabitants can still remember when
Tence was connected to the wider world by the railway line that came up
from the Rhone valley. Passengers arriving for business or pleasure, or
simply to take refuge from the sweltering heat of the valley – we’re up
at 700 metres here - emerged from the train to find a hotel just across
the tracks. The tracks are still there, rusty now and silent, but the station
hotel, now the Hostellerie Placide, is thriving. Go
for broke and take the full-choice, half-board option (around the 80-euro
mark per person per day) – this gives you free rein with the menu and plenty
of chances to test chef Pierre-Marie Placide. On a recent visit, dishes
included seared foie gras poised over a burnished sauce based on tamarind,
or a classic slab of marbled foie gras with bilberry chutney and slices
from a toasted lentil loaf. Next
came a superb piece of beef from the nearby Mezenc plateau with a creamy
custard of morels and nutmeg-infused spinach. Alternatively there was a
saddle of hare pinkly roasted over a gorgeous civet-inspired sauce with
caramelised turnips and pumpkin roast in its skin. The cheese trolley is
terrific, strong on offerings from the Auvergne (Cantal, Laguiole, Bleu
d’Auvergne), and the final flourish was a crunchy ‘millefeuille’ with gingerbread
cream, tiny pears Belle Helene and a quince sorbet.
Le
Bon Acceuil, Lac Saint-Point, Rive Droite, 25160 Malbuisson Auberge
St. Fleuret, 19 rue Francois d’Estaing, 12190 Estaing Hostellerie
Placide, Route d’Annonay, 43190 Tence Winchelsea, East Sussex and Alsace, France contact: sue@suestyle.com Copyright Sue Style 2001-2004 All rights reserved
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