Steve in Montazel gave the Captian, Kat and me a truly fabulouslunch - the most upmarket chicken and chips ever - and chocolate
cake (gluten free) to die for, plus chocolates from Claudio
that are a kind of Socratic notion of the absolute chocolate,
at least to my mind.
We stumbled off, waddling, in time for dinner with Vic and Mary.
The plan was a light supper at the Café de la Gare. We ordered
one course and hey! Our friend the chef decided to give us a french
tureen full of soupe noix St Jaques. Delicious, remarkable, followed
by maigre de canard perfecto.
Alas, I should not have had seconds of everything and all
those chocolates at Steves.
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