Texas-Cookin: Memorable Dining
I'd like you to travel with me to
the Dordogne valley of France. There is a small village
called Rocamador, which clings precariously to the side
of a cliff face. The restaurant, Le Jardin de la Louvre,
was housed in an 800-year-old stone building. It had
no artificial lighting, but was entirely lit by candlelight.
A large fireplace warmed the small interior.
Service was unrushed leaving us plenty
of time between courses to talk and listen to the soft
gypsy music that emanated from hidden speakers.
Ahhh and the food! The first course
was a salad of mixed greens with smoked duck with a
light vinaigrette. The salad was followed by braised
pork loin in a raspberry/balsamic reduction. The sweetness
of the berry seemed infused into the meat. The dish
was accompanied by pomme forestiere, sliced potatoes
roasted with butter, duck fat and garlic. The cheese
course followed (God bless the French!) Thin slices
of walnut bread with creamy, tangy chevre. Of course
we had dessert. This was a fluffy orange-chocolate mousse
with crème anglaise.
That meal was 8 years ago and it
could have been yesterday.