Which mother would this be? Well she and the Mont are well related. Le Mont is where she is. Her name was Mère Poulard.Her restaurant is famous for its omelette. One of SOs French co-workers recommended it as did the Lonely Planet. Being the foodies that we are we had spotted the place on our run up the hill and said check. On our way off the hill we went there. For a while we watched the wonderful rhythmic beating of the egg and how they bake it in the fire. Yes that is right in the fire. It is all done by hand and done in front of the whole village.
I was cheeky and walked into the restaurant and asked if they had a table for two. After some difficult looks I got a nod to follow the maître to our table where we were seated between two French couples and we issues with the menu card. We quickly decided that we were going to have the three course dinner and some water with it. The lady next to us told us that we were too late for dinner, but the other French couple said we’d be fine. Not that we actually understood everything, we just got the gist of the conversation and decided that we’d hear if there was not full dinner. Besides it was the omelette we wanted, we came for and which is the stuff of Mère Poulard legend.
But we got the dinner. Now in this restaurant everything is streamlined All people are perfectly nice and polite, just you have this feeling that you are sort of in a huge dinner factory where you are part of the assembly line of dinners. As a reult services is swift, short and well that is it really. Anyway how was the food? Delicious. No other word to describe the food. Seriously nice starters, small but well made and delicate in flavour. The very second you have finished your plate is removed (they do ask if you are finished at the same time) and about 15 seconds later you have your main. The most fluffy of fluffy omelette. Froth coming out of it and it is so high that a calzone pizza looks flat. That is until you stick your fork in it and it partially deflates. But never mind it is a miracle of omeletteness. Oh and it tastes damn good too!
I had the chocolate desserts and it was heavenly, which considering you are still on the Mont is a good thing. Only drawback was the amount of cocoa powder on one of the petit desserts. Made me cough terribly when I accidentally inhaled it, totally embarrassed. We finished the best meal so far outside our home in France with a coffee and then left the mont. The price is steep in this restaurants, but with the rhythmic beating in the background it is an experience you will never ever forget.
Leaving was easy. By that stage more tourists has found their way to the mont and it was busy, I really really do not want to know what it is like in full tourist swing. For me this was enough I just wanted to flee. We took the shuttle bus back and quickly found our car. Though by now seeing the circus in full swing we did get a sort of hi-di-hi feeling af an amusement or holiday camp. Still we had an amazing visit.
Though I have taken pictures of the process I found on you tube much better ways of showing how it works and sounds
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