It was a perfect dinner in so many respects. At out local restaurant, so the reception was warm and there was the comfort of being a regular. It was with friends from New York and we all enjoyed one of my husband's and our friends' favourite odd bits --- sweetbreads.
Now if you look carefully you'll see we indulged ourselves with a magnum of Lapierre Morgon 2009. Well, we were with friends, plus it's almost impossible to find this wine in a 750ml bottle.
The sweetbreads came with chanterelles, or girolles as the French call them, a linguistic quirk, and pureed potatoes. My husband however, is brave enough to ask William for frites instead, and he gets them. The sweetbread is the heart one sautéed whole, not sliced as is more often the case, and the result is moist, creamy, thymus heaven.
A good dinner is about so many things, the food, the wine, the company, the conversation and the sense of place. There is a ritual, a sense of fellowship and sharing, and when all of these merge you have a perfect evening, just like this one.