The joys of eating in France

Brisk walk along the Brague to throw off effects of lunch and dinner

I miss “church” at Cafe Latin to play a very enjoyable game of tennis, despite having to partner Mark Gurdon against the wingco.  I imagine that I shall burn in the hell of not knowing the latest gossip, but tennis it was.  118 senior was trying out a  new french partner in the form of Jaques, a charming local who Mr Gurdon kept referring to as Kermit, as he spoke little english and were thus forced to speak (and joke) in french.  I know that I was at the top of my game as usual but that my new  partner was very rusty and I was let down badly by his continual problem with mid court volleys (Dave Worth will sympathise and know what I mean!).  I do not recall  the result but it was very close.  I am paid what I originally mistake for compliments for my new fuller beard, but it transpires that the only reason mssrs Gurdon and Spensley consider it an improvement is because it hides more of my face!

More calls for accurate reporting of events has been called for from several quarters at lunch at the Auberge St Donat, but as I have pointed out before, balance and accuracy are 2 attributes you will seldom see in this blog, it is frankly an opinionated statement of facts as I see them through my rose-tinted glasses. A splendid lunch, a nice dourade salad to start, followed by chicken livers and mushrooms, then something else (by the third course I am often a little hazy from an early Leffe and the very acceptable house rouge), but I can remember the tarte framboise and ice cream….

A short siesta then I must stir my old bones for the next social occasion which again involves eating.  It is my first visit to Frances Thompsons’ excellent supper club,  where she has produced an outstanding Japanese menu (which I will attach here if I find out how!) beautifully prepared savory custard amuse bouche, delicious dumplings, yakatori chicken, an immense and varied plate of noodles, and finished off with green tea ice cream, outstanding!  Amongst the guests is a wonderfully roguish upper class chappie with a great sense of humour who found my wife particularly attractive!  He claimed to be a Knight Of The Realm, and so I called him Sir Bernard, but as the evening went on the claims became more and more outlandish or more and more impressive depending upon whether one chose to believe him.  I did not believe him, but my wife did!!  I now have my spies investigating and will report back in future blogs

Peter Lynn suggests a headline which I should have used yesterday “A Genital Erection” but I decide not to use it, but to save it for later in the year when the (well) hung parliament gently deflates..

Chris France

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