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Eating out | Two meals in Québec City and a night at the bar

11 January 2013

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People don’t seem to gush forth with recommendations for restaurants in Québec City. Montréal is different, and off hand even I would know a few places I’d love to go to one day and might even recommend without having been. But we were off to Québec and had to eat, somehow. Every meal doesn’t have to be Joe Beef, but most cities have at least one café that makes a decent salad, or a diner that serves a good burger. I made a couple of timid social media attempts to snag recommendations and got only one response (thank you!) for a place outside Québec, which unfortunately wasn’t open when we were going.

It took one or two edible but unremarkable meals before I turned to Yelp and Chowhound, which pointed me in the direction of l’Echaudé, a simple and tasteful French bistro in the old city. It is by no means a ‘family restaurant’; our children were the only ones there, there are no designated kids’ options, but Louise was welcome with a jar of crayons to doodle directly onto the white paper tablecloth covers, and everyone found something very good to eat.

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The blood sausage (shaped like a slice of terrine) was possibly the silkiest I have ever eaten, there was an above average steak tartare. Salmon tartare was fine too. The desserts, especially the tarte au sucre (which I must learn to make!) and a grapefruit tarte, were outstanding. It is not a restaurant to warrant the trip; I am a rigid seasonal snob and I do cringe at the sight of fresh tomatoes and zucchini in December, but it was a fine meal, and a lovely place. So, absent any proper research, without having perused all the options, I am not implying it is the best place in Québec but nonetheless here it is: unequivocally a recommendation.

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For New Year’s we decided to have a hotel-room picnic, what with our brilliant view of the city fireworks. Thomas, who clearly has superior googling skills, discovered the Marché du Vieux-Port, promising feasts of Canadian products. Exactly what we were looking for. And so for a second recommendation.

At the Marché du Vieux-Port we found the mildest, flakiest, most delicious old-fashioned smoked salmon. The gentleman in line in front of me at Les Delices de la Mer urged me to also get the maple smoked salmon bites. Great advice. Les Canardises offered very good foie gras at remarquably decent prices. (I admit I was a bit envious of their flawlessly de-veined foie. Still have a bit to learn there.) There were amazing saucissons and excellent cheeses. As Mary had forewarned, finding Canadian, let alone Quebec wine was not easy. Mission Hill seemed the ubiquitous, reliable, readily available label. We drank champagne, too, from France. It was a feast, a fun and very delicious evening.

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After a couple of days in Québec City we went skiing. And so for a third, most unlikely recommendation. When in Mont Tremblant, the best bet for a decent, relatively affordable meal may very well be the bar of the comfortable Fairmont Hotel nestled just at the bottom of the slopes. Again, no serious research resulted in this realization, just one outrageously expensive, horrific burger at Bullseye Grill. The place advertizes itself as a sandwiches and burgers kind of place, but once inside most options were well north of $30. We learned later that it is virtually impossible to find a medium-rare burger in Québec, where they are always cooked medium-well, which should warn anyone to stay away. But at $18, one would expect that the burger, even cooked to oblivion, would at least be 100% beef. If only.

And so back to the cozy hotel bar, armchairs and low light, a few manhattans, a bottle of wine, chicken wings, steak tartare, duck confit salad, the children outside tubing into the evening and barely disturbing the air as they rush in for plate of crudités and a burger (medium well, real meat – still there is some irony in serving raw meat but not pink hash). One last martini… The best bet.

Happy New Year!

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L’Echaudé

73, rue Sault-au-Matelot
Vieux-Port
Québec, QC G1K 3Y9

1 418-692-1299

Lunch Mon-Fri 11.30 am-2 pm
Dinner from 5.30 pm
Brunch Sat-Sun from 10 am

www.echaude.com

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Marché du Vieux-Port

160 Saint-André Quai
Québec, QC G1K 3Y2

1 418-692-2517

Mon-Fri 9 am-6 pm
Sat-Sun 9 am-5 pm

www.marchevieuxport.com

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Nansen Lounge, Fairmont Tremblant

3045 Chemin de la Chapelle
Mont-Tremblant, QC J8E 1E1
1 866-540-4415
Daily 11 am-11 pm

www.fairmont.com/tremblant/dining/nansen-lounge/

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Summer memories at Crêperie Sucré Salé in Trégastel

6 September 2012

The story repeats itself, and it’s as it should be.

When the fog lifts and the clouds clear, we drive to the beach. My sister’s house in Brittany is rather inland, so we have a range of beaches to choose from, and yet nine times out of ten we end up in the same place, Trégastel. It’s an old-fashioned seaside resort on a stunning stretch of coast, punctuated by huge pink granite boulders; inviting, menacing at times, teetering. It’s breathtaking. But the draw of Trégastel is more than the boulders and the beach; as Northern Brittany goes it can even become somewhat crowded on August weekends. Trégastel has become a story.

We dip into the water; sometimes only halfway, if it’s bitterly cold and the sea endlessly shallow from the ebb of the tide. The receding water of those notoriously steep tides leaves crabs scurrying, pools among the rocks with shrimp and small fish trapped until the flow. There are seashells to be gathered, sand castles to be built, and kites to be flown.

Everyone is getting hungry. As evening draws, we pack our beach bags, cross one stretch of sand, and climb the coastal path to the old harbor, the seaside center of town. It’s nearly 8pm but the sun is still high in the sky as we take our seats on the waterfront terrace of the crêperie. They aren’t particularly friendly there and our large groups usually upwards of ten often leave the staff visibly irritated. It’s a touristy location, right by the water with a postcard worthy view of the sea, the granite, the boats. But that’s all part of it — this summer ritual.

The galettes are very good, of course, which is essential. But it’s equally about the grumpy waiters, the setting sun, another cup of cider, the children running off to the beach the instant they’ve devoured their last bite, the elusive green flash, the treacherous walk back to the car in the dark. It’s become a tradition, perfect in all its imperfections.

A summer memory.

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Crêperie Sucré Salé

Place du Coz Pors, Trégastel
33 (0)2 96 23 81 31

The galettes (savory buckwheat crêpes) are excellent here. I rarely stray from the classic ‘complète’ (with egg, ham, and cheese), though I’ve sometimes added tomatoes and onions, but all the garnishes are very good. For a bit of a change (not that I would), the mussel dishes are also delicious. I don’t find the sweet crêpes as exciting, so I always order my dessert crêpes on a buckwheat galette, and that combination is amazing.

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Eating out | Shack at the end of the road, Las Galeras, Samana, Dominican Republic

9 January 2012

After Christmas we flew to the Dominican Republic for a few days. It was the first time I took a summer vacation in the middle of winter because I was somewhat reluctant. Thomas had been trying to lure me to the palm trees and pristine beaches of the Caribbean for years, but until now I had fairly successfully countered with irresistible fantasies of Georgia, Maine, Canada, upstate…

It was different this time because the goal wasn’t any random Caribbean beach, Thomas wanted to go back to one of the most beautiful beaches he had ever been to, 22 years ago. After high school he traveled through Mexico and Guatemala, continued onto the Dominican Republic, to Cabarete, where he started working in a windsurfing shop.

But after a few weeks Cabarete felt too crowded. Thomas was looking for truly remote, the end of the road. So Dominicans pointed him toward Samana. There he found a beach, with nothing but white sand and palm trees and wooden fishermen cabins. There was one place to stay, he was the only guest.

Somehow, the story convinced me. Naturally, things would have changed a little since 1990, but by the sound of guide books and travel sites, Samana was still fairly underdeveloped.

So on December 28 we flew to Santo Domingo and drove through the Dominican Republic to Las Galeras, the northeastern tip of the Samana peninsula.

Las Galeras beach, pan de coco picnic, hotel garden, snorkeling, palm trees, waiting for the motoconcho, Playita beach, playing cards at the hotel, coconut milk

Well, Las Galeras isn’t really remote, even by today’s standards. There are at least half a dozen small hotels and guest houses, and one modest resort a short walk away. But there are palm trees, beautiful beaches, and the turquoise ocean. And despite the few tourists strolling the beach, time there seems to expand, to stretch and wane. Quite soon your step slows down. You stop walking — you amble. You read a book. Finish a book. You mean to start a second book. But your gaze wanders up at the palm trees, down to the water. You do nothing at all.

For lunch there is a shack on the beach; it is quite literally at the end of the road. There are a few minuscule kitchens from which one can order lobster, fish, shrimp, octopus, or chicken. It comes with coconut rice, salad, and fried plantains. They also sell delicious pan de coco, an unleavened but very fluffy flatbread made with coconut milk. And if you order a piña colada — with or without alcohol — you get a pineapple, its inside crushed to a pulp, mixed with coconut cream, an (unnecessary) spoonful of sugar, and rum (or not).

There are plenty of little cafés and restaurants in Las Galeras, but this was the best and most simple, though, despite its appearance, not necessarily the cheapest.

This weekend the New York Times travel section suggested that Samana was a place to go in 2012, before the new highway from Santo Domingo and an international airport on the peninsula bring in too many tourists. It’s worth a thought.

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When to go: Whale watching season is from mid-January to mid-March. Apparently April is to be avoided; Las Galeras gets very crowded during the weeks around Easter and the beach disappears beneath a mountain of trash.

Stay at Hotel Todo Blanco. A simple but handsome hotel with 8 spacious rooms, each with two double beds, a small fridge, and ocean-facing balcony.

Breakfast at Casa Por Que No

Lunch at the shack at the end of the road

Dinner at Le Tainos, Hotel Plaza Lusitania, or El Cabito, breathtakingly perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean east of Las Galeras

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