Saturday, May 10, 2104 — decadence at Bistrot Mogador and household chores

Saturday morning dawned warm and sunny, and we were off to the clinic in Salon. There was a flower market in Senas, on the way, and the small roadside stand selling fresh farm produce looked like it would be open shortly – maybe on the way home.

David suggested that we travel to Fontvielle after dialysis and have lunch at Bistrot Mogador, which is set in the Chateau d’Estoublon. It’s always been a favorite of ours, with tables outside under large trees, good food, and the estate’s excellent wines. He called and made a reservation, and I sent him a message asking him to bring some more formal clothes than I was wearing for dialysis so that we would not have to go back to the house. Like most men, David’s knowledge of women’s clothing is restricted to “slacks” and “blouse,” so I was unsure what he would bring.

He was excited when he showed up. I thought it was because he had actually managed to figure out what clothes to bring, but it was because he had finally figured out what button unlocked the car doors from the inside… We decided to go to Fontvielle via the road to the south that goes from Salon to Mausanne, as it would be quicker. We were unaware that the work on the road through the suburbs of Salon had been completed, including 250 crosswalks, and 1,000 speed humps, with a few hundred lights, to boot. We finally got onto the highway and I changed into my lunch clothes.

We passed through Mausanne and then on to Fontvielle and Bistrot Mogador, parked the car in their lot and strolled up to the restaurant. We were seated at a nice table under the trees and perused the new menu. The chef has changed since we were here last, so, after the debacle at Bistro d’Eygalières, we were a bit apprehensive. The menu looked excellent, with a number of appetizers and plats (main courses) that sounded appealing. We were both intrigued by the “toast St. Marcellin” appetizer, as St. Marcellin is one of our absolute favorite cheeses, and the description of it wrapped with lardon (bacon), melted on a toast round, and served with a mesclun salad sounded terrific. We both ordered it to start. I followed with a risotto from riz noir (black or “forbidden” rice) with chicken, while David went for the cod. A bottle of their rosé rounded out our order. The toast St. Marcellin was astoundingly good. The flavors married perfectly, and every bite disappeared from both of our plates. Our main courses were also excellent, and we couldn’t help but observe that for 1/2 the price, the food here was a much better value than at Bistro d’Eygalières. We lingered for a bit with our café noir, then strolled to the car and were off to the Intermarchè in St. Remy for gazole (diesel) and a few things for dinner tomorrow. David filled the car, noting that we had gotten 47.31556728 miles per gallon due to his excellent driving and the BMW’s Eco Pro computer system that tells you everything but what clothes to bring for your wife. Into the store and a few items went into our sac, a beautiful farm chicken, celery, onions, lemons, then we were off to Eygalières.

We pulled up at the Café du Centre where I ordered two glasses of wine while David hopped into the alimentation (general store) to pick up a final few items for tomorrow.

At home, we stowed our purchases and tossed some laundry into the machine.  I reheated the ribolitta for a light dinner, and afterwards made a note to add some items tomorrow – cabbage, carrots, celery, bread, and lardon chunks.

All in all, a nice day.

 

 

 

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One Response to Saturday, May 10, 2104 — decadence at Bistrot Mogador and household chores

  1. Kitty Mann says:

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