After a mornings shopping for clothes for my gorgeous boy, or as we in the trade call it ‘being rinsed out’, it was time to take stock and feed before the final leg of operation ‘kit the boy out for winter’ commenced. When I remembered we were very close to a French bistro we had had excellent lunches in before that I was sure I wouldn’t need a reservation, Le Bistrot Pierre sure enough, although gone 2.p.m. and still packed to the rafters – always a good indication – we were swiftly shown to a table and looked after with just the right attentiveness.
Claret and good bread with fine French butter swiftly appeared.
Followed by delicious filleted sardines for me and robustly flavoured lip smackingly garlicky country pate for son no.1
We both chose the pork for our next course, a perfectly cooked loin of pork, best part of two inches thick balanced on a pile of sautéed Savoy cabbage and lardons which added a perfect salty note, with a brandy and course grain mustard sauce accompanied by roasted baby potatoes and freshly cooked seasonal veg. It was sublime.
And to finish the most dreamy of creme caramels.
The boy and I enjoyed every single mouthful.
A perfect moment to remember and treasure.