La Grande Bouffe translates into ‘a great meal’, from what Marie told us. I’ve tried to google to make sure I got it right but all I could come up with in my search was a reference to a film which involved the main characters gathering to eat themselves to death. Possibly not too far from what I did on safari….
It’s a cosy restaurant that was still buzzing with a late lunch crowd on a weekday. One thing we have in Sydney over part of France such as Paris is space. There were tables set up on the sidewalk with throw rugs thoughtfully provided.
A sensibly sized portion of baguette and champagne to begin with.
Our first course was a twice baked leek souffle topped with brown onions. Sigh, I am still remembering it’s warm, cheesy goodness. A nice contrast to the sweet pastries we had for breakfast.
Another thing we have over France is a good range of coffees. These are the restaurant’s blends of choice.
The main was rolled lamb shoulder with beetroot puree. Another hit with me. I don’t tend to order lamb when going out and this dish makes me think that it’s time to mend my ways. Lamb is a wonderful winter meat.
I am told that the secret to plating meat cooked this way was revealed on MasterChef and involved glad wrap.
I must return again soon. There were many things on the menu I’d love to try.
I think the red machine pictured above has something to do with the coffee. Don’t quote me on that. I forgot to ask about what it does.
Well fed, rested and watered, the intrepid safari-ists made their way back out to an Inner West Sydney street ready to explore our next stop.
