This entry comes from esteemed friend of the Lunch Club, Mr. Luke Weaver. He recently had a special Monday jaunt to France that, upon seeing on Facebook, I wondered if he would recount for these very pages. What follows are his words.
Unless you have your own private jet, or a role in the millionaire circles, flying over to France for lunch on a Monday must seem like a distant but very nice dream. However, that happened to myself 2 weeks ago. Due to a friend of my girlfriend’s dad needing to put some hours in his pilots log book he asked myself and Dave, Jo’s Dad if we would like to head over Honfleur in France for lunch – and he would fly.
We left from Shobdon near Ludlow on a beautifully bright and sunny Monday morning and headed down to the channel over Gloucestershire, Wiltshire, Isle of Wight and the English Channel whilst avoiding the British navy who were doing firing practice in the area. It’s always nice to hear over the radio the air traffic controller that we could be blown to pieces if we went off course, so reassuring. 2 hours later we landed at Honfleur International Airport.
A 10 minute taxi ride and we were down on the harbour-side in Honfleur. However, we hadn’t budgeted on there being a marine festival in Honfleur and a French national holiday – the restaurants were somewhat busier than we had anticipated.
We finally decided on a lovely restaurant which thankfully had a table for 4 outside and we settled down and in my best basic, broken French managed to get 2 Heinekens ordered for Jo’s Dad and myself whilst our pilots stuck to the soft stuff and had every child’s favourite French soft drink, Orangina. I was keen to tuck into 3 courses and my eyes were immediately drawn to my favourite of starters – steak tartare. Tragically though, everyone else was heading straight to mains and then puddings so I bottled the starter and started perusing the main options.
After looking through the plethora of options especially the stupidly long list of Mussel dishes I finally went for the Moules Roquefort after a toss-up between that, Moules Cider or a large steak. The Moules Roquefort option was based around a sublime version of the same dish I enjoyed with one of the co-authors of this blog, HungryHungryHumpo, along with 6 of our very dear school friends in Maubuisson last May. My fellow diners went with the steak option x2 and the fish, with it being mullet.
My Moules Roquefort finally arrived accompanied by a lovely large portion of frites and my worries on portion control were quashed. All that was left now was to see whether they would match up to the ones I had, had 12 months previously……….I wasn’t to be disappointed as each shell gave way to a large meaty morsel with the taste of the cheese and my only disappointment was the lack of sauce, especially given the mountain of quality bread that had accompanied my dish as well as the frites. Upon ploughing through the mussels I finally began to see at the bottom of the pot a glimmer of lovely sauce which had sunk to the bottom. I devoured it with a big smile on my face and soaked the bread and my salty frites into the sauce and I was a very happy young man. These Moules had surpassed any version of this dish I had, had before but I am sure they will be beaten at some point again. The moules were washed down with a lovely bottle of Brouilly which Jo’s Dad had chosen. Whilst some people would be aghast at drinking a red with Moules and a Chablis this Brouilly was quite light actually and went quite nicely with the dish. Anyway, it is always nice to mix things up now and again isn’t it?
For desert I had opted for the crème brulee. Whilst being mostly disappointed with crème brulee in this country with the small portion size that you get at most restaurants here I was delighted to see a mammoth portion of one of my favourite deserts dropped in front of me and I duly dispatched it, it was marvellous! Jo’s Dad went for the Tarte Tartin which also looked very delicious but I never got a chance of trying any! Jo’s Dad’s friend and his co-pilot went for the selection of ice-creams and interestingly the riz au lait (Rice Pudding) which he said was surprisingly tasty.
After polishing off the rest of the wine and a couple of coffees and espressos we headed off for a quick waltz around Honfleur and it is a lovely little town. I managed to pick up 26 macaroons for Jo’s Mum as it was her birthday the next day and as they were only 20 euros and packaged quite wonderfully I considered it a steal. This was reiterated when 24 hours later that she let me try one of them and they were lovely, even more chuffed that all 26 I could choose what flavours went into the pack, I could have chosen from 35+ flavours but I think I chose well.
Just to finish off our day after taking off we headed up the coast to Cherbourg and passed over the top of the American war memorial which looked pretty spectacular from the air and you manage to get an idea of the sheer size of the place, it certainly made you think what those boys had given up.
We landed 2 hours later back in Shobdon and I can confirm that French food is still in good health and as far as I am concerned is still my number 1 cuisine in the world. The whole atmosphere of lunch in a French town is superb and as well as enjoying my lunch I spent as much time people watching and seeing masses of families sitting round a table tucking into large steaks of pots of mussels including the children!! Mondays spent lunching in France I could certainly get used to, best go and get some lotto tickets purchased.