Vianden, Luxemburg, March 7, 2012—
Y OU'RE RIGHT, GABRIELLA, we've been eating a little bit too heavily, especially for athletes burdened ( at least one of us) with colds. Still, we're in this strange corner, which always seems more closely related to Carpathia than, say, Brabant, and that's how they eat here. When in Rome, and all that.
So tonight we ordered the daily menu, as we generally do, partly in the spirit of ethnoculinary curiosity (since that's our metier), partly because it's cheaper. Well, we made one departure, taking a clue from the name of the joint, and asked an additional first course: a "country salad" that seemed a local variant of salade Lyonnaise, one of the Hundred Plates. It was pretty good, though short on frisée (making up for that with lettuce) and crowned with an egg fried rather than poached.
After that, a huge pork chop (the menu said "pork cop"), broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, French fries, and another mixed salad. Apple tart for dessert: perhaps (no promise) we'll fast tomorrow, since we're suspending long-distance walking.
Rivaner; red wine en pichet
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