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Venice: Erratum In

Why the deuce do I renamed, in a recent article on Venice, "Anice Stellato," nice table tucked away in a magical corner of Cannaregio, "Stella Maris? Go figure. Star anise have me gone to his head. For the sentence, and because we are not dogs - and finally, to avoid any misunderstanding with Tateru Yoshino (chef-owner of Stella Maris, a few strides from the Champs Elysees, table equally annoying and ugly perfect to hope - if, if possible, and it still bothered me to write "boring to die"), I give you the phone where you have to book then the address where to go: 041.720744 - the Fondamenta della Sensa . This is called good "Anice Stellato" You will find easily. And if you get lost, even better.

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Lyons Poele in hand!

When Alain Ducasse revisits Lyon lazily cap, it makes this: a table for Japanese who do not have time to type two hours by TGV. Ducasse is the copied and pasted with the fund family closets, sending dishes overpriced average quality. As often in this category where the concept replaces the soul, the packaging is nicer than the gift: refurbishment of a beautiful place steeped in history. In the plate? Entry missed it but served in a jar like jam-les-de-grandmother, Vol well tucked into the wind but always softened and warmed issued. The best of the evening? Saint Felicien house Richard, live Part Dieu. Service completely unbalanced, the cute hesitant to head waiter Trademarkable Flo Prestige, no consistency and not a hint of humor. Haughty sommelier and uneducated - a wine with freshness? if you want I can bring back some ice - Wine flights and / or uninteresting. Move along.

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Polidor: not bad

was told many things about this bar that resists time since 1842, a few steps from the Sorbonne. And often wrong. That was enough to titillate us. We vérifiâmes. Conclûmes and it was not that bad: nice decor sit for tourists (and some residents, anyway), frankly sweet price for the neighborhood (plat du jour at 10 €, which came from 3,50 €), just friendly service, drinkable wines (all Guigal, to prices ranging from completely correct in frosted: 900 € for a Turk) to be chosen in the range of entries because it's written on the card: "Given our low price, these wines are at your own risk in case of past or corked bottle. " Yes, you read correctly, it's outrageous. And illegal. Side plate, a fillet of herring potato salad, warm as it should be (5 €), and a Tartar Maousse, rightly pointed out, freshly ground (12.25 €), although frankly. Hearty, traditional gruff. What you ask for? The people, oh ben frankly, in the district, it does nothing to make.

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Venice: And come!


You want more? Hot, bulk: avoid Harry's Bar, scam morning memory of Hemingway, who would not mind that he left in peace, and also the bar of the Gritti, once more sympathetic now overpriced. Also avoid the rider Pesce Presto, all new and fake bargain shop, right next to the great Rialto market. Pesce Presto is a little Canada Dry Sea: it looks good, it smells like fish - well, not too much! - But it ends up costing candy to seafood, raw and almost vaguely tasteless in a operating room seventies. Finally, for a memorable evening, we rush in the great Enoiteca Mauro Lorenzon, a living legend with us again soon.

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Spaniards we feast on their tapas, eclipsing in popularity all other European kitchen countertop. A short visit to Venice can put the record straight. In the Venetian, we enjoy every hour of sandwiches, dumplings and other small portions of good quality: the Cichetti. Eaten on the run and lifting the elbow, these bites are fun and unpretentious as real pieces of happiness along the canals of the most beautiful museum in the world. This is indeed the beating heart of the city, or rather that it perpetuates the soul, in dens confidential margin of the horde. To understand the spirit of Venice, push the door of the Cantina Do Mori mythical that, like a Bacchic traboule, through a building to connect two alleys near the Rialto. Go the morning before the tour groups that occasionally invade - but leave almost immediately, in this case, wait patiently for them to decamp - to take the pulse of the city in its most sincere. There are certainly some great wines by the glass - and overpriced - but that's not what we seek is here. As the Venetian costume-briefcase, who enter through a street and come out the other, you order a glass of local wine fare all that more friendly, and pray for the boy brightens or emerging from a hangover that seems centuries - because yes, we are still early in the morning (11:05) and the guy does not seem to suck as ice.

Some Polpettine (dumplings) or Sardines Al Saor later, towards the Osteria Alla Vedova (also called Ca d'Oro Trattoria ) institution in the home but unbent superb setting for a few Cichetti counter or directly at the table, for lasagna the day, good, Fritto Misto a very good Pasta alle Vongole or cuttlefish ink, perfectly successful. Again, a pitcher of white wine from the house and that's it for less than 15 € per head. The evening, set aside. To eat really, it will drag his gaiters on the side of the restaurant Stella Maris just for the joy out of the San Marco-Rialto axis teeming with groups mop, and also for his impeccable seafood cuisine Price still correct to Venice, and beautiful ballad digestive perspective in this quiet and authentic. But again, book, book, book! Lunch and dinner. After she had broken teeth in two previous trips, we ended up being told to keep it!

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Sommelier - or not? Grands Boulevards



Sitting comfortably - or not - you just order your meal, and you dive into the discovery of one of the sweetest inventories that are in this world, I appointed : the wine list. Huysmans less like a dying, mentally you list the divine bottles, while your girlfriend politely bored - or not - and find the Supreme fantasize. It is sometimes necessary to herself, as steep vertical Cornas from Thierry German map of Enfants Rouges - or not, as in the wine of Petit Nice Gerald Passédat, tariffs as daunting as the unwelcoming room staff. And here he is, wearing the lapel pin the Bacchic of the Brotherhood of educated drinkers - or not - paving between tables, science prow, one who will retrieve the embarrassment that immerses you - or not - this book cellar endless - or not - heavy as thousands of references in Arzak in San Sebastian - or not, as at 21 Minchelli Paul, and in perfect harmony with the kitchen you have chosen - or not, as to La Gazzetta with its unique menu of Nordic and its wine list focuses exclusively on the Mediterranean basin (Sic), here it is, therefore, one who wears a name subject to sleep lying discrete castling a vowel: the Sommelier.

At this point, anything is possible and it depends. In case you're in a restaurant for the middle class (which is known tends to disappear from the earth's surface), such as cellar dining abound with the Parisian bobos qaurtiers - with a ladle, right bank - you have great chance of hitting a den dedicated to wines called "nature": beautiful hand made organic or biodynamic in, and often the wines without sulfites. You go for example Glass Stolen , rue de Lancry, with your friend Matthew Germond, restaurant manager and sommelier of genius in a table doubly starred in London - foot down - and will command the Holy Péray advised by the house. And wine, however young, will be completely oxidized. Undrinkable. Will you notice, we will tell you immediately that "this is normal, it is a natural wine, because you're not used, it often makes it with people who know not. But we shall return to this condescending side in an upcoming article about the best and worst of Parisian aficionados of "nature" ( The Creamery, Roots, Glass Stolen my cellar Fleury Coinstot Vino and some others).

For now, let's look at houses in which we meet the most seasoned sommelier per square meter, I named: large. Here, typically, under the gold palaces and small paper expert guides, we should have a nasty surprise that the number of zeros on the bill. For the rest, visit, benevolently guided, we should be as enjoyable as relevant. Alas! What a bitter disappointment! The last, in Jacques Décoret with a young waiter pointed but inexperienced relational We ordered Pignan 2000 - original plot in Chateauneuf-du-Pape Rayas of legend - who we all came maderized. Ruby a bad, really. We were told it was normal, "it's the style Rayas, because you're not used, I find it extraordinary." Bottle after we have exchanged elegantly laid the burden of guilt on his shoulders. End of the meal a little spoiled, malaise, lack of understanding. It's sad when it happens like this.


Later in our memories include a double star sommeliers Lawrence - and not Philippe Bourguignon, Director of professionalism dazzling room - probably drunk - or not? - Advising us, peremptory, a Hermitage Blanc (Jaboulet, Sterimberg) on our plate pigeon. It tries to speak, but no. The man staggered sees no alternative. Improbable in terms of price, given the extent of the range available, inept in terms of matching food and wine.
In the same vein, the head sommelier Thierry Marx castle Cordeillan-Bages, we recommend a food pairing that will prove most shamefully overcharged and woefully inadequate, cherry on the cake was when we were there two to try two different dishes (soy, oyster risotto for one lamb in the other), to offer the same wine (sic) on our two courses, arguing: "I'm not too much to serve two different wines at the table" (resic). If I have the courage one day I will come back to this meal so bad that it is quite comical. For now, I'm still trying to forget.
There also annoyed that the waiters do not rave over a bottle correct, but charged peaks - one of Richaud Cairanne is delicious, especially in my cellar at 10 €. Charged in the 80 € a la carte, sorry not to dance on the table - which would anyway disorder L'Arpege.

And then there are good, which will hopefully be more numerous: in Michel Troisgros recently where we were headed to a wine over 100 € a la carte, and where the waiter drew our attention a sumptuous Bandol of Domaine Tempier, Cuvée Migoo The 1998, priced gift. Thank you. There Josep Roca, at El Celler de Can Roca in Girona who dazzles us with more than perfect agreements and tariffs that are all hugs. There La Mare aux Oiseaux , St. Joachim, where the young sommelier is all passion and we offer more than grapes, a journey. There is this great sommelier, whose name escapes me, who officiated during the early years of the Astrance - the toughest - now replaced by a dazzling moron, there An Auberge en Gascogne where the president's brother Fabrice Biasiolo accompany you softly to the discovery of a cave lovingly made, there are so many sommeliers engineering - or not - I hope you fall into one of them never to look at the wine in the same way, and understand how the drink gods can convert a meal into a miracle.

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2: the return!

You'll understand that I spend some time on the side of the Grands Boulevards at the moment - and it should also not change immediately.

So, what news? Rue de Treviso, the always brave Around a glass and decor mid-fig-mi-Deschiens welcomes us without demerit, plates free and uninhibited, which means the product pretty often, and a dressing with a trowel annoys or relaxes, it depends (people, times and moods). Attention nevertheless, the euro is a little rein in recent times.

In the same street, friendly Supernature, recommended by Chrisos on this blog himself, with a good burger at the map, and lots of little things that are healthy and Bio flee triglycerides and magnetize the sores, including beautiful plates of fresh vegetables crisp. Fish, however a bit clumsy when we visited.
Nearby, Rue Richer, I was unfair to The Board recently, I returned several times since, and responsible, even if the menu early (26/29 €) has been replaced by a map I able to check calculator in hand that the cost was barely - if at all - increased (Entries in € 7 / 9, 14/20 Dishes, Desserts 7 / 8). In the kitchen, another leader, the owner having gone shine in Belgium, but always in the same vein, often inspired. If there is tab calf, throw you on! Impeccable wine list and reasonable. Small
again in the Passage des Panoramas, Coinstot Vino, wine cellar dining, became our favorite of the moment, we'll talk.
Just behind, going to the stock market, bar none: the fried Dede! Whose specialty is in patronymic said Dede, who serves fried soft, fat and dead-burned. But "home", then! Its not fun decor dilapidated squat with plaster crumbling along a lino block wall so gross, Dede (who is not) serve as a quart of the most expensive neighborhood, at least one euro above pubs Boulevard ( Oz Café, Sullivan's , and at least two more by going to the Rex ). Student service that does what it can do is to say little and badly, but gently. Dede is the biggest misrepresentation of the product for long in my opinion, in any case the largest difference between a window and its contents, namely a place that promises a relaxed, the homemade, authentic, claims expertise into a product his banner, and offbeat rebel advances, we dangled the alternative to throw from the Place de la Bourse, and proves to be the biggest sucker trap of near zero, bad and expensive. At least the Brébant him, does not advance masked. There is consistency between its flashy decor - but successful - his haughty servers and Perrier to 5.30 €. Yes, anyway.

But back to our planet and let us run in the scent of lotus of the true nice surprise when I called the excellent Japanese Kiku rue Richer still, with its forms from 13 to 15.50 € lunch (2 entries into small portions, a soup, main course, dessert) and his tasting menu at 35 € at night.

Led by a chef who learned his craft in big houses, Japanese pocket - booking essential - strikes us a cuisine of extraordinary clarity, products of absolutely fresh, plateau type bento lunch - at this price is in-ra-ta-tion - in a burst irrefutable evidence of successive night. All with friendly service and pro, a map of hot and cold sakes though wily, and a final fall: the black sesame crème brûlée. It's simple, it does not taste better in the genre since the original of Joel Robuchon.