After some heavy hitting (stomach and wallet wise), meals in France, it was nice to have something casual. It seems like every country has their special prized chickens. Jidori chickens of Japan, and Bresse chickens of France, or “poulet de Bresse.” The high quality reputation of “poulet de Bresse” has been longstanding, maybe as far back as 1800s. A chicken can only earn the labeling of “poulet de Bresse” if it is from the Bresse breed of chickens and if it has been bred in the Bresse region of eastern France. “Poulet de Bresse” is actually an AOC designation, similar to how a Bordeux wine can only be called Bordeux if it meets certain quality measures. Lucky for us, Vonnas, was sort of on the way back from the south of France back to Paris.
Crème Brûlée de Foie Gras
We had really great whether on our vacation. The sun was shining, but it was RAINING foie gras. I loved the salty sweetness here. It tasted desserty but it had a familiar and savory essence. Yums!
Soupe d’Automne aux Champignons jus de coquillages, moules de bouchat
While this soup was probably the best cream of mushroom soup I have ever eaten, it was pretty damn salty. Generally speaking, the food in France was pretty “flavorful” and I suspect it’s because French food is meant to be enjoyed with wine, which would really cut through the salt and fat. I suppose the shellfish broth and mussels is what made this mushroom soup stand out. The mussels were so small. I kept fishing for them and coming up empty handed but there ended up being quite a few hiding in that creamy umami elixir.
I chose quenelle over the other options for my second course because it was something new to me. I actually still didn’t quite get what it was by Parisian Friend’s description. I only knew it was going to be sausage shaped. Lobster was creamed with breadcrumbs and eggs to make this monstrosity. Not sure why they went so large here. It was actually kinda scary looking.
I actually didn’t like the texture of the quenelle itself. It was too eggy and I’m not a huge egg person. The sauce, of course, was spot on. Rich, deeply lobstery.
So finally the poulet de Bresse. You have your choice of 2 preparations. Here it’s roasted and swimming in not too heavy cream sauce. For an additional 8 euros, you can add morels.
I chose the rotisserie version. The chicken itself was pretty lean, so I didn’t feel guilty at all for eating the skin, which I will usually toss to the side. It definitely lacked the plumpness you get with good ol’ American Foster Farms chickens infused with all its hormones. It was pretty clean tasting. Other than that, it was still just chicken.
My menu came with cheese and dessert but I opted to get 2 desserts instead. I was really full and weighed down so I wanted to go with something light. This was my mom’s choice, a selection of sorbets and ice creams.