
Alsace is often overlooked as a holiday destination but I cannot recommend it enough. Picture postcard villages a-plenty, sensational food, terrific wines and welcoming locals. We stayed in Riquewihr, a charming fairytale village/town surrounded by Grand Cru vineyards and with a wealth of great eateries. Kodak moments are round every corner. It is almost too perfect.
So, what of the food? The Alsaciens take their food very seriously. This is not the place to head for if you are on a diet. As Jean Trimbach said many times, 'why have olive oil when you can have butter?' I know what he means.
First on the menu was choucroute. Good to get it out of the way. Alsace's proximity to Germany is, of course, apparent in the cuisine. I have to admit to being somewhat apprehensive about this particular speciality. It isn't the sauerkraut itself that bothers me (I love cabbage). Instead it is the array of anaemic pork products that 'garnishes' the choucroute that strikes fear in me. One look at the slightly white 'wurst' and I'm rapidly loosing my appetite. In fact, I have to confess that last time I visited the region, I gave the whole experience a miss (a bit like going to Scotland and not trying haggis).
The offending dish arrived, with great ceremony, a half bottle of fizz nestled in the centre of the soggy cabbage (Cremant d'Alsace, Dopff au Moulin, bien sur). Choucroute Royale, no less. One flick with the waiter's knife and the fizz shot in the air, soaking one side of the table (and the ceiling). All very jolly, but I still wasn't convinced...


That evening we headed to Restaurant Brendal'Stub in Riquewihr. This modern, minimalist place is a new addition to the town and a good one at that. Local specialities were again the order of the day. We started with Tarte Flambees (grrr, how do I get accents?!). These have a very thin base (like a very thin pizza crust) and are topped with creme fraiche and various toppings (onion and bacon usually feature). They must be tried as descriptions are futile. They are delicious and I defy you to stop at one slice! Afterwards, we enjoyed some perfectly cooked ham with an array of salads (I have never had so much pork in one day!).

Pudding was a pretty dish of rhubarb with raspberry ice cream. When coffee arrived, the restaurant owner arrived with sticks of candy floss for us all. A taste of childhood that got everyone smiling - very original!

More on Alsace in my next post...
3 comments:
I have to say that it was with great delight that I came across your blog. I quite agree that weekends in the country exploring the great and good that traditional British inn's have to offer is far too often overlooked - a benefit for those that do make the effort to break free from London's cosmopolitan bonds.
Thank you for an informative and pleasurable read!
PS Sorry to hear that you are single, that seems a great shame...
Thank you for your taking the time to comment. I am glad that you enjoyed reading my blog and wish you many a fun weekend in the great British countryside!
Thanks for the wonderful blog! You have greatly helped me in some work I have to finish about Alsace cuisine!
As they say in France,
Merci beaucoup!
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