Showing posts with label Loire Valley. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 29, 2010

"Le Bout Du Monde" Part 3... the wine

I awoke around nine in bit of a fog and jumped in the shower before heading downstairs for breakfast. We had spent so much time at the castle the day before we had pushed the visit to the winery off till the morning. They would open at ten and that gave us plenty of time for a tasting and visit to the caves before heading back to Paris. Fred needed to buy some wine to have around the house and for his sisters wedding. We arrived at the Marc Bredif winery just after ten. The buildings stretch from the very edge of the road quite near the river, some 200 feet to the opening of the caves carved into the limestone rock face rising over a 100 feet straight up. A site that is common and almost continuous in this part of the Loire Valley. These caves whose rock was used to build many of the castles that dot the higher ground in the valley act as their own climate control housing in this case over a million bottles of wine.
We started out tasting four sparkling wines each drier then the last. My headache hadn't completely gone away and after a couple more whites I was ready to head to the caves. As Fred and Amanda had previously taken the tour Toby and I left them to sample ( and here I should say a taste was a fairly substantial pour, maybe a third of a glass, enough to let the wines aroma fill up your nose. You could dump what you didn't want / like into the silver bucket.)
The first stop was the small modern warehouse which lead back into the caves themselves and an old wine press from centuries past that had been used to make some of the first wines produced from the vineyard. Our guide explained how each section was used to store the different wines the winery produced and how the wines were looked after as they went thru the aging process.
This room has a sampling of the best wines dating back over a hundred years.
These bottles lie in racks designed to aid in the natural production of tiny bubbles giving them their sparkling quality. Each rack has holes drilled at a slightly different angle and the bottles are rotated by hand enabling the bubbles to seep along the edges of the glass and collect themselves. The last room in the cave was filled with wine aging in oak barrels
We returned to the showroom just as Fred & Amanda where finishing their tasting and the wine we were taking back to Paris was being loaded into the car.


The only thing left was a quick lunch before we headed back to paris. We found a lovely restaurant, which I seem to have misplaced the name of, a few miles down the road. The food tasted as good as it looked, simply prepared and light after the night before with no cheese!

Monday, April 26, 2010

"Le Bout Du Monde" Part 2... Cheese




One of the two main reasons for going to the Loire in the first place was to partake of the cheese course at the Le Bout Du Monde, which Fred had labeled as the best he had ever experienced.  So leaving the castle at Amboise, we checked in at our hotel in Tours, the major city in the Loire and after freshening up traveled the 12 or so miles to the end of the earth! We arrived just before dusk along a road barely wide enough for one much less two vehicles. We were in Berthenay, some 250 kilometers southeast of Paris. Fred's first plan, which he had talked about with the owner, Christophe Roublin, by phone the day before and which his lovely wife Amanda had scuttled almost at first mention was for us to eat a complete meal of cheese based food, paired with the appropriate wines.
We first tried a bottle of sparkling wine from the region which was very good, dry but not overly so. Amanda and Toby both ordered different fish dishes. I had "Pork Three Ways" and Fred ordered the appetizer of snails as his main dish and we also ordered one for the table. This was not the typical butter and garlic dish, but a much more earthy mushroom tasting delight with garlic and herbs that came in a very dark almost black sauce with snails ranging in size from small to thumb size. ( The trouble with tasting something this good on holiday is knowing you're not likely to get back to it anytime soon! )
All three entrees were scumptious. My entree came as three distinct statements on a single plate. One was very asian in a puff pastry, one was a German light colored sausage and the third was also sausage based with a root vegetable puree. All three were outstanding! as were Toby & Amanda's entrees.
But we really had driven the three hours for the cheese!  The first plate of 20 cheeses were goat or goat sheep mixes which we paired with a bottle of both a red and white wine. Our host Christophe Roublin would talk about the various qualities of each cheese as he sliced small portions of each . Fred would then act as a translator for the three of us, including what we called on French Island in Old Town were my grandmother lived, a half assed Frenchmen... one who had French roots but couldn't speak any French.
The second cheese tasting moved on to sheep & cow cheeses. We paired these with a bottle of dry white and separate glasses of wine, including a sweet red and white which were for the two blue cheeses at the end. As we lingered over the meal and talked about cheese and it's politics... with the continuing coming together of the European Union, raw milk cheeses are being legislated out of existence, but not without a fight by French farmers and cheese lovers who with consider a few bad reactions and possibly an occasional death of no consequence in their pursuit of frommage nirvana. We tasted a few of these in our selections and Christophe said he would defy the law when it takes hold later this year.


 As to his cheese tasting, which is normally experienced in a much more limited fashion than we had, I asked how often someone would have to come to his restaurant to get a full appreciation?  His answer was every day as it changed daily. Each cheese in his cellar was either younger or older when served, some cheeses were only available seasonally, some were quite different on a year to year basis, much like wine can be good bad or indifferent year to year. So if you really, really love cheese and you are willing to go to the end of earth to prove it, and you have a spare year of your life to fill. Pack your bags and head to Le Bout Du Monde!
We left feeling sublime and very satisfied with our adventure after 2 A.M.  As we walked to our car there was not a single light except a sliver of moon and a sky full of stars.


The next day we would visit the Marc Bredif winery for a tasting and a tour of the caves.

Le Bout Du Monde
www.restaurantleboutdumonde.com
Berthenay, France
contact@restaurantleboutdumonde.com