I've been trying to stay put in Paris so I can fully dig into life here, but after all this learning, talking and drinking of wine, it was time to go visit the source - Burgundy.
My friend Doni and I rented a car in Paris and thank goodness Doni knows her way around the streets here because driving in this city is not for the timid. It took us quite some time to get out of Paris, but once we hit the open road, things went pretty smooth. After 3 1/2 hours in the car, we were ready for a good meal and a nice glass, and we had reservations at just the place.
We ate at Hostellerie de Levernois, a 4 star Relais & Chateaux hotel with a 1 Michelin star gastronomic restaurant. We started with interesting Champagne and wine cocktails in the lounge and ate a nice array of amuse bouche while listening to some live jazz music. The perils of the road were quickly left behind. We ordered our tasting menu and wine will sitting in the lounge and then they took us to our table where our wine was waiting. The service was top notch, but the ambiance could have used a little subtle tweaking like softer lighting and more subdued plating than the bright red plates and glasses.
Our tableside amuse was what Doni called a pig egg roll. It had a flaky crust with pig's feet inside, surrounding by a cold gravy gelee and a chevre cream. Things were off to a good start.
I then had a creamy risotto with frog's legs and escargot - an unlikely duo of creatures, but they both added a nice flavor and chewiness to the dish. Doni had the largest sushi scallop roll I've ever seen with scallops laying on a bed of crab and cream sauce.
I ordered the veal knuckle, and while those aren't words that have ever came out of my mouth before, I will now be uttering them everywhere I go in hopes that someone might make me this amazing dish again. The veal was braised all day so it was tender and packed full of flavor. It was then stuffed with carrots and vegetables in a sausage form for pure delight with a light, salty, bean sauce next to mushrooms and a delicate puff of potatoes. I will remember that dish for a long time.
Doni had a fish that contained no knuckles, and hence wasn't nearly as good as mine.
Where could we possibly go from there? The cheese course. I've been excited by many a cheese, tray, cart, trolley, but what they're doing at Levernois, makes the rest look like cheese kindergarten. After we finished our mains, they started setting up a table at the end of ours. I was on the edge of my seat with excitement. Then I see them set up another table next to it, and I can hardly remain in my chair. Then both tables are filled with over 50 hard, soft, white, blue, smelly, oozy cheeses from around the world, and some amazing one's from their own backyard.
There was never a question of how many would you like or which 3 interest you. No, you just keep pointing and pointing, and try not to drool and be full, and hope you're not dreaming, but if you are, you want to have this dream again and again. It was a fabulous food experience that I hope will exist again in my lifetime.
But wait, there's more, though I don't fully remember much of what happened next, there was chocolate in various states, apples, and homemade ice cream. They gave us more cute little treats on a plate and we left happy women. An amazing meal and for a very reasonable price.
I would return here for dinner, and perhaps even include an overnight since the restaurant and hotel are on beautiful grounds with a stream running through and many places to rest after an amazing meal.
Saturday, we walked into our town of Beaune to see the large market they have every week, where they sell clothes, CDs, bags, and of course, a whole lot of food. There were apples, pears, grapes, melons, vegetables and a whole lot of mushrooms. Seeing as it's truffle season, there were many displayed like little dark gems under glass containers. We got a few treats for the road, and were ready for some wine tasting.
Florent, a friend of a few friends in Paris, lives in Beaune and knows his way around Burgundy. He gave us a map and some good recommendations to try out. We began by driving south through the Cote de Beaune and first stop was the little town of Pommard and Domaine Lahaye. The nicest French woman greeted us and told us that she does all the wine work with her son. Her husband had passed away and the 2 of them keep everything going.
She let us sample nearly a dozen really solid wines across the board and spent a lot of time talking with us (all in French). We picked up a few bottles and were already ready for lunch.
Doni spied a little tent off the side of a road and we turned off to see what was going on. They were serving escargot and Aligote (a cheesy potato mix to warm the soul) and we got both and sat at one of the picnic tables to eat a casual, but authentic meal.
We wandered through St. Romain and admired the amazing views of the vineyards from above. It was cool and hazy in the morning, but the sun came out and gave us glorious colors later in the afternoon.
Our stop in St.Romain was called Domaine Gras and it was a person's home. This was a beautiful home with amazing views, but we were a little unsure if we really just ring the doorbell and come into their residence on a week-end. As long as we were buying, we could come in is basically what we were told.
We sat in a makeshift garage and had a few wines that were ok, but of course we had to buy something, so hopefully in time, it will be even better.
Next stop was La Rochepot, a quaint town with a spectacular castle. We got there just in time to walk the plank and catch the next tour. The original castle was built in the 11th Century, and the one we saw had been there since the 13th Century. Dukes to Burgundy lived here, and lived pretty well judging by the beautiful rooms and views. We saw many roofs around Burgundy with this almost Spanish style, multi-colored tops. It was really unique and very beautiful.
Our final stop was at Domaine Olivier Le Faive in Puligny Montrachet. They have a nice, little hotel and restaurant with tasting room. They do fairly elaborate tasting lunches where you dine and taste several wines from the area. A good option if you can't find snails by the side of the road. We did pay a tasting fee and enjoyed a lot of the wines here.
We journeyed back to the hotel and rested up before setting out for dinner. We ate at Ton Ton, a small, few table wine shop and restaurant where the wife is in back cooking and the husband is out serving. It seemed like many people knew each other and I know I was surprised when I saw a colorful woman in neon green pants and head scarf come out of the back at the end of the night to greet everyone.
In case we didn't have our fill the night before, we had warm chevre with a sweet, carmelized fennel.
Then we had some of the area's famous Bresse chicken. Mine was the opposite of the boring, dry, overcooked chicken you have at home. It was dark meat and actually tasted like meat with a rich, salty jus to accompany and a few token vegetables that I was left wanting for more. I won't even tell you that we had cheese for dessert and the picture looks like tiny offspring from the previous night.
The roof of Hotel Dieu is more of the glazed multi colored tile we had seen elsewhere in the region. When the sun hits it, it's quite a sight.
This was the prettiest hospital I've ever seen with back to back red velvet draped beds with beautiful french oak. They weren't the longest of beds, but hopefully the people were shorter back then.
Quite a few things were closed on Sunday so we decided to take a drive north to Dijon, where we found pretty much the whole city closed except for a few restaurants, so we had lunch at an old printing press shop. It was filled with old books and presses, and lots of food items you might find on a Chili's menu like pizza, fajitas and burgers. The burger actually was pretty good, though there is definitely a different taste to the meat, but the onion confit and great mustard distracted us from the less than meaty taste. Mussels were also a good accompaniment to the meal, and yes, beer too just to mix things up and keep the palate fresh.
Dijon has much more of a city feel to it than our quiet town of Beaune, but when everything is closed, everything is quiet. There is a nice town center with restaurants overlooking a fountain covered plaza.
We did stumble upon an amazing larger than life sculpture in a random passage in a small nook of town.
We then took a very picturesque drive south through the Cote de Nuit and the fabulous wine villages of Gevrey-Chambertin, Vosne Romanee and Nuits St. George. Fall was everywhere with the leaves turning yellow, red and every shade in between. It was a great time to be there and while hotels were booked everywhere, it was rare we saw many people. Nothing like having the vines and all the wonderful countryside to yourself.
Aloxe actually had 2 little "shops" open and we did some sampling in each. Much of the wine in the area is meant for cellaring for a while, so it's often difficult to taste these young wines that aren't ready yet, but there's always a few in the mix ready to go for comparison. Aloxe also has a cute restaurant Domain Comte Senard where you can have a nice lunch while sampling many local wines, but unfortunately it was booked while we were there, but definitely a must for next time.
Back to Beaune, we got ready for dinner in town. The restuarant was part of a hotel with a Swedish chef who has been making a name for himself. We got a table overlooking the kitchen, which always looked very orderly with the Swede serving plates and 3 younger guys in back sweating it out.
We started with vodka - an amuse bouche for the mouth. It took a little explaining but I more or less got a dirty martini before we moved back to wine. The first wine I ordered was actually corked, which was a bit of relief as I was hoping I hadn't ordered such a bad wine. The vodka worked well with the oysters and also a foie gras and artichoke dish that ended up being a bit bland, and no, I don't think it's because I've killed all of my taste buds.
We continued with seared salmon on a bed of a sauce that was too sweet and syrupy for the delicate fish. The truffle risotto was better, but still not a wow.
Luckily it ended on a high note for me with a chocolate cake to go with my port, or maybe it was the other way around. I'd say, save your money for Levernois, as this place wasn't nearly as good and almost the same price.
I said goodbye to Doni the next morning and she left with the rental car back to Paris, and being the woman of leisure that I am, I decided to stay the rest of the day to maximize my first Burgundy experience.
Seeing as I was in the mustard capital of the world, I decided to go on a mustard tour of the "last great familial factory" of Burgundy, La Moutarderie Fallot, which was just down the street from our hotel. They've been in business since 1840 and I got to tour their original location where it all began, and continues today. We learned all about the process and also got to do some hands on crushing of mustard seeds which was not an easy task, but luckily some muscley men where up for the challenge, and yes there are a few French men with muscles or at least an ego not to let the seeds win.
After a few videos and tour of the mustard mahinery, it was tasting time. They had several of their mustards lined up with different accoutrement to sample all of the goods. I have to say, I was never much of a mustard fan, but now I'm sold and have about 10 different flavors from the good people at Fallot.
It was a beautiful day in Burgundy, I was without a car, most of the shops were closed (yes, again), I'd taken the mustard tour, so where was I to go from there? To the vines. Or rather, to bike the vines. I've somehow turned into a biker since moving to France, but I'm still sans side car and small dog in a basket. My new friend Florent who helped us with wine recommendations in Burgundy when we arrived, also rents bikes and showed me a great bike path that literally goes through the middle of the vines. Armed with a map and a small picnic in my backpack, I set out for some more time in the Cote de Nuit.
In Meursault, I went to Domaine Ropiteau where I literally flagged someone down to see if I could do some "degustation." I went in with my best French and he suggested English might be easier for both of us. Music to my ears as not everyone in these towns speak English. Turns out the guy who was helping me makes all of the white wines for Domaine Ropiteau, and he worked in Napa for a little while, hence his good English. When I asked where he worked, he said most people haven't heard of it, it's called Screaming Eagle. Heard of it? I threw out the cult winemaker's name and the fact that I got to meet her and try out some of her new wines a year ago, which I think earned me some street cred, or at least he hooked me up for my vineyard picnic to come. He gave me one of his cold white wines, opened it and sent me off with one of his glasses that if I didn't have time to return, tole me just to give to Florent and he'll pick it up from him at some point.
You can imagine that I had the most wonderful lunch IN the vines with some nice salami, cheese, bread and wine produced by a guy I just met.
A great week-end and a most beautiful place.