Well yes, I’m in Sens and I have eaten and drunk wine a lot. If you hang with Le Parret, wine drinking and cheese eating is inevitable. I even cooked sometimes. Look at this pan fried skate wing with cucumber and mango salsa.
The owners of the really awful Indian restaurant closed up and escaped into the night, owing a full year’s rent for the premises. M. Parret says nobody is looking for them. Only in France. The unfortunate thing about this restaurant is that this was the first experience for many people who have never tried Indian food before and now never will again. The building is located a few doors down from M. Parret and before the Indians came, it used to be the Parrets’ cheese shop.
Anyway Guy, a chef and all around nice guy, has now opened a small, traditional French food restaurant on the premises. We’ve been there twice and in the “eating with Le Parret” tradition, we came at 12 and left after the waitress at about 3:30-4:00 p.m. When the rest of the customers have left, Guy, finally giving up all hope of us ever going home, like reasonable people who have other things to do, pulls up a chair and joins us at table for an after lunch wine or several. If necessary, as it has been both times, M. Parret fetches a bottle of the good stuff from his house.
The restaurant decor is simple, casual and comfortable. There is a lot of light in the restaurant from both the windows and recessed lighting in the ceiling. This is so much a neighborhood restaurant and at least one of M. Parrets’ cronies eats here everyday.
The menu, with choice of entree, main course, cheese or dessert is reasonably priced at 14 euros.
Concerned about where Guy gets his beef? Worried about the My Little Pony substitutes? Have no fear! The beef in the bourguignon was born in France, killed in France, cut up in France and we ate it in France! Just saying.
As an entree, we had a delicious salad of mozzerella with avocado puree. Fresh, fresh everything. Along with the beef bourguignon on offer was a seafood gratin with a buttery, creamy, rich, delectable sauce. It was so rich that a couple of the usual trenchermen thought that the portion was too large! A first.
To end the meal we had raspberry cake or the cheese plate and, of course, a coffee afterward.
When we finally left to go to my house for Champagne, Guy looked exhausted