There's this restaurant not too far from Le Petit Village called Lupin Blanc. We used to go there all the time (like this time, and this one, oh, and don't forget this one), but then the couple that owned it sold it and it changed a bit. Not loads, the food was still good but they messed with the simple, rustic decor and it lost its charmed (if it's not broke don't fix it... wise words to live by) so we stopped going and I didn't think much about it.
Then something magical happened a couple of weeks back (magical might be a bit strong but hey, I like the word), when a frown got turned right upside down thanks to Lupin Blanc.
January is a dull, dull, dull month anyway, but in the small villages of Provence, it's extra dull. As soon as the sparkle of New Year's is over, all of the restaurants here (well most of them anyway) shut down for the month. They're all closed, for pretty much the entire month of January. It's bubkis.
But on this one Saturday, when I really didn't want to cook, and we were aching to go out just for a little something special, I got an inkling. I said, "lets call Lupin Blanc and see if they're open". Gregory eyed me suspiciously (as he does) but grabbed the phone anyway and lo and behold, they were open! But get this, they were closing for a month the very next day... FATE!
Apéro was followed by the entrée which in France is not the main course but the starter (as if France isn't confusing enough). Gregory had the fois gras and I chose the Saint-Jacques; scallops simmered in creamy white wine and leeks.
The photo doesn't do it the least bit of justice because trust me, it was gooooood. But as good as it was, it didn't hold a candle to my main course, which the photo of not only doesn't do justice to, but is a downright lie. (In fairness, the presentation was a bit on the blah side and when the plate was put in front of me, I felt my stomach drop a smidgen which was foolish because OMG y'all. OMG.)
Pasta parcels filled with Gorgonzola (one of my favorite cheeses even if it is Italian and not French... shhh) and truffles. My taste buds basically freaked out and I'm sure if they could have, would have done a peppy jig all over my tongue and right out of my mouth.
We topped it off with a Crème Brûlée for me and Profiteroles for Gregory. (Gregory will always order the chocolate and I will always order the cream. Fact.)
I couldn't have been happier that night; happy to find a restaurant near us that was actually open in January, happy to have a date night, and happy to say a final goodbye to a place full of so many of my happy LPV memories.