Telefono: +33493356565
Indirizzo: 66 rue Longue, 06500, Menton, France
Città: Menton
Menu Piatti: 5
Recensioni: 409
Sito Web: http://abraijade.fr
"To clarify, when we were here in 2011, I took a picture of the mattoni street to chin, I put it on canvas and I hung it over my chimney. A braijade was on that picture. my opinion below is based on my blog of the day. When we planned our return trip to nice, patty had this idea that we should see if the restaurant on the photo above our coat was still there. It was and it turned out that it was a 4 1/2-star hot skewer restaurant serving a mentonnais style cuisine. On the day of booking, we took the nice to chin bus. After arriving at chin and a little high down, we found the place. While we were standing there, our photo came to life as a mother and her young girl came out of a door near the restaurant, went up on a scooter and left. Our photo had always been so immutable, but here it was in real life. Although it was not yet 14:00, we decided to enter early and sit down. Christian welcomed us and with his hesitant English and our hesitant French, we quickly developed an effective communication style, undoubtedly, helped by the wine and alcohol served with the meal. We were subjugated by the presentation, quality and flavors presented in each dish and the overall atmosphere of the restaurant. everything started with the aperitif, a tasty mixture of citrus, sugar and gambetta syrup accompanied by a dish of olives. beans and peppers, which we have tried to peel with toothpicks. She was followed by an entrance that seemed too satisfied to finish our meal. It consisted of a tapanade of heated olives with fresh baguette, a bouquet of salads of crudities and zucchini flowers, (so pretty that we didn't know if we had to look at it or eat it) and a plate with eggplant parmesan, polenta, socca, tarte with blettes and proscuitto on it with a small bowl of soup with pistou. each bite was an explosion of flavors. we had chosen mets and wines, so a glass of local rosé accompanied. to clean our palate between dishes, a small glass of condensed lemon sorbet cultivated and locally made was then served. intense, acidulated and delicious. in the kitchen, christian was busy preparing the main event, the torched pins (beef for me and lamb for pat). We were curious about this one, because they were coming out of a metal frame and were not yet on fire. He lit them at the table and we couldn't stop smiling. It could have been the wine this time, a red one. But wait, there's more. a plate of cooked vegetables and pasta was placed under each skewer. in addition to the meat, each skewer also included a curfew flower stuffed with chicken paste and piquant sausage slices. the oldest American music was played in the restaurant throughout our meal and at some point. , see you in September played one way or another, because it was our birthday meal. patty had looked at the restaurant's reflection in a door on the other side of the street and had taken a picture just when the door opened so that this gentleman could go out. dessert time, apple crêpe, ice cream and lemon mist locally grown. Did I mention it was accompanied by white wine? French do not serve as a coffee with dessert, but once we have finished, it quickly arrived. Just as we thought it was over, things started to degenerate. impressed by the photo of his restaurant above our coat and that it was our 40th anniversary, tiny glasses of liqueurs with vivid colors....basilic, mint cream, (clementine for pat) coffee cream is suddenly and frequently appeared... Then I saw christian sneaking behind, with another bottle, a large bottle on it... with a skull smiling. At that time, I knew we were in trouble. He poured the smallest shot of a very clear liquor in our glass. When we couldn't guess what it was, he told us that it was abasinthe and that it was 60% alcohol. Finally, we said goodbye and left to a baijade, smiling and smiling, knowing that we had been entitled to a real experience that few Canadians will live."
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