I had been told in advance that the restaurant’s signature dish is leg of milk-fed Pyrenean lamb, and although lamb is not usually my preferred meat, I had been looking forward to trying this.
As we sat down they produced a slightly anachronistic Chariot de Champagnes. Sometimes, as these things trundle towards you with their clinking and sloshing noises you wonder how it will be possible to get out of it without appearing cheap (outside France, asking for a Sherry would usually do the trick, and win over the sommelier into the bargain, but then you don’t usually get Champagne Chariots outside France). However it was a hot day, and a glass of Champagne was just what was called for, so we tried:
Perrier-Joüet Belle Epoque 2006
This had the high Pinot Noir content qualities of deep red fruit aromas and flavours, with a serious structure and terrific length. I’m convinced that Champagne with a high black-grape content is much more rewarding in youth than Blanc de Blancs and other Chardonnay-dominant styles. Although this was youthful, it had power and a lovely honey comb and hazelnut complexity with good bready character from the yeast autolysis
Meursault 1993 Coche Dury
There is always a risk with old white Burgundy of finding the phenomenon of premature oxidation. One way around it of course, is to drink something so mature that you might expect to have some oxidation due to its age anyway, and also to pick a top producer like Coche Dury, who seems to have been immune to the problem in the first place. And so it proved. This had hazelnut and caramel-brittle overtones with spices, baked fruit and smoky oak characters. The texture was rounded and mouth-coating and the wine had a deliciously rich but dry finish that went on for ages.
Bourgogne Rouge 1993 Coche Dury
This was a bargain on the list at €50, which suggested that the owners didn’t have much faith that the wine had lasted this long. In fact the first bottle was corked, so they were right, although of course it would have been corked from the moment it was bottled. A literal waste of space in the interim. It was replaced with no question at all. The second bottle was perfectly clean and well made, but clearly over-old – the fruit could be charitably described as earthy and coffee-ish, and harshly described as dried out or even a bit absent.
It went especially well with the cheeses, served from another chariot, which wafted back and forward making enticing aromas reach the nose from all directions.
The meal finished with the most artistic presentation from the pastry chef, and a small bottle of something sweet was ordered.