Culinary adventures in l’Ardèche

(Largentière, Chassiers, and Lyon, France)

France enjoys a certain reputation when it comes to food. Like it or not, you cannot escape the impact of French cuisine. Lyon, quite close to my home base of Largentière (l’Ardèche region) is probably the capital of influential French cuisine. It was the home of legendary chef Paul Bocuse.

Close-up of Le Ver O Tof in Chassiers, France.

So it should come as no surprise that my stay in l’Ardèche also had its share of culinary adventures. The most memorable was probably our dinner in Chassiers, an impossibly old village high above the Val-de-Ligne at Largentière. There, we ate at a tiny place called Le Ver O Tof. It was perhaps the quaintest restaurant I have ever seen. And they specialized in…incredible gourmet burgers! It wasn’t the first time that I have found burgers done so well in a European culinary hotspot. Even the buns were made on site.

My “Burger Le Western” at Le Ver O Tof in Chassiers, France.

Because of the relatively isolated nature of our accommodation at Domaine Les Ranchisses, we often ate at the on-site Auberge. In addition to some other dishes, they had about 20 pizzas on the menu…and every single one of them had olives! Olives are big here. A black olive tapenade was on the table for every meal. I even bought a small locally-made jar to put on my sandwiches for lunch at the bowling green.

The Auberge at Domaine Les Ranchisses, Largentière, France

One of the salads (L’Ardéchoise) looked interesting, with a bunch of local ingredients that I liked. Topping the list was a local goat cheese (chèvre), and chestnuts (châtaignes). But there was one ingredient I could not identify: dés caillettes. I figured that it had to be some kind of local meat. I decided not to research it, and order it without knowing exactly what it was.

Salade l’Ardéchoise, at the Domaine Les Ranchisses Auberge

I ate and enjoyed the salad. There was indeed a meat in there: it was kind of like ground beef, but with a bacon flavour. It turns out that dés caillettes are made from pork liver and throat. For balance, I had the salade végétarienne the next time.

The salade végétarienne, at the Domaine Les Ranchisses Auberge

However, the most interesting food turned out to be an innocent looking hard cheese from Normandy called Mimolette. I thought it looked like an extra old gouda, so I bought it from the local supermarket for my breakfasts. Notably, I had never seen this cheese in Canada. Some research provided a possible explanation.

My piece of aged Mimolette cheese

Mimolette comes with a dusty grey rind. The reason we don’t see it much in Canada is probably because cheese mites are deliberately put on the rind. This apparently enhances the cheese’s flavour while it ages. I learned this before I ate any. But I figured that there would be huge warnings on the packaging if there was truly any health risk. I cut away all of the rind and eventually ate the whole thing.

The supernarket where I bought the Mimolette (Largentière, France)

My research told me that if I didn’t eat the rind, I shouldn’t be eating any significant number of cheese mites. In any case, the cheese was quite good and did indeed taste similar to extra old gouda. If you do find Mimolette in Canada, chances are that the rind will be different (usually a black wax). You’ll need to go to France for the unadulterated real thing!

13 nights at a French campground

(Largentière, France)

I’m now at Domaine Les Ranchisses, where I’ll be living (and lawn bowling) for 13 days. It is actually a massive campground, with accommodation options ranging from campsites to “bungalows” (cabins) to a small hotel. It is rated as a 5-star campground, due in part to the many amenities on site.

My “bungalow” at Domaine Les Ranchisses

I’m staying in a bungalow with one of the Swiss bowlers. The bungalow has 2 small bedrooms, a living/dining area, a kitchen, and shower/bathroom facilities. So, we are not really roughing it too much. We just need to clean it up after our stay, so that “we leave it as we found it.” There is no daily cleaning, etc., as you would get in a hotel.

Our street (as viewed from our bungalow) at Domaine Les Ranchisses

The recreational facilities are immense. There is a spiffy rugby/football (soccer) facility and, of course, a world-standard lawn bowling green (see cover picture at very top of this post). There are about 6 large outdoor pools (of various types) near the large indoor/outdoor bar. There is a separate large indoor pool. There is a large spa. There are canoes, paddleball courts, pétanque areas, trails, and probably many more activity areas that I haven’t seen yet.

The restaurant (centre left) at Domaine Les Ranchisses

There is a nice restaurant on site. There are also conference facilities – and it seems to be very popular as a wedding venue. To help with self-catering, there is a small grocery store on-site…with fresh baked products every morning. However, my housemate has a car and we are going to the larger grocery store in Largentière (about 2 km away) for most purchases.

Spa at Domaine Les Ranchisses

As I brought two (heavy) sets of lawn bowls from Canada, I couldn’t bring too many clothes. But that is not really a problem, because Domaine Les Ranchisses also has a self-service laundromat that is available 24/7.

Paddling at Domaine Les Ranchisses

You can really have a self-contained vacation here. It is also extremely peaceful for a campground – although I suspect it is much busier in the summer high season. But even now, there are guests from various European countries. The majority seem to be from France, Switzerland, Belgium, and the Netherlands.

One of the many pools (bar and reception building in the background) at Domaine Les Ranchisses

Coming up: reports on Largentière and the surrounding area!

The reason for my trip to Largentière

(Menthon-Saint-Bernard, France)

While I’ve indicated that the main reason for this trip is lawn bowling, I haven’t really explained the details. As I’ve got some interesting but unused pictures from Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard, I will use them here and provide some background information about the lawn bowling competitions.

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard, as seen from the village of Menthon-Saint-Bernard

At present, lawn bowling in Switzerland is played entirely indoors. They play on large “carpets” in curling rinks that would otherwise be unused in the summer. When they want to select players for certain international competitions, however, they go to the nearest outdoor facility that is compliant with world standards. And that facility is in Largentière, France.

Chapelle Notre-Dame des Grâces (in the hamlet of Ramponnet, above Menthon-Saint-Bernard)

That’s why I’m going to Largentière: I am vying for a spot to represent Switzerland in two international lawn bowling competitions. One is the European Championships, for which 5-person teams will be selected for both men and women. The other is a Singles event known as the World “Champion of Champions”, for which each bowling nation sends their national Singles champion.

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

This will play out over two weeks. For the first week, I’ll be mostly practicing. But I also will participate in some informal tournaments with Swiss bowlers and bowlers from the local French club. As we move into the second week, I will start to play my qualifying matches.

The larger chapel at Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

It’s going to be an interesting experience. In my competitive events, there are a couple of Swiss-Australian bowlers in addition to the players who live in Switzerland. But, so far, I’ve found that lawn bowling seems to translate fairly well all over the world.

The cosy library at Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

Whatever happens, I’m going to have a fascinating visit to a part of the world that I had never really considered as a travel destination. And sometimes those trips can be the best ones. Stay tuned!

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

(Menthon-Saint-Bernard, France)

My big sightseeing adventure in Annecy was going to see the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard. I had never heard of it before planning this trip, although it inspired the castle in Walt Disney’s “Sleeping Beauty.” It turned out to be an interesting way to spend an afternoon.

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard, as seen from the trail through the vineyards

The castle itself is located about 25 minutes by bus from Annecy, above the village of Menthon-Saint-Bernard (and Lac Annecy). I confidently took local bus #20 and got out at the village. I had heard that it was a grinding 25-minute uphill walk, as the castle is perched high above the lake. But I neglected to check my map before going, so I had to do some spontaneous navigating to figure out how to get there. The castle was always visible, but a lack of signs meant that I took some perhaps unnecessary detours before finding the right path.

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard, as seen from the trail along the mountain ridge

After about half an hour, I arrived at the castle gate. I had time to take a few external pictures before the next guided tour (the only way to get inside the castle). Only a small portion of the 105 rooms can be seen on the tour, as the owners still live in the castle. The same family has lived here for close to 800 years…I believe the current owner represents the 23rd generation of the Menthon family.

Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard, from the back

The castle looks merely impressive from a distance, but it becomes daunting as you approach it. The walls are incredibly thick, and all the stone makes it feel quite cool inside. Many rooms do not have any windows. But those that have windows facing east have a spectacular view over Lac Annecy, the castle vineyards, mountains, and the various small villages dotting the lake.

The bedroom of the duchess in the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

The rooms we could see were quite dated. It almost felt like this was a “Clue” game, and we were seeing interpretations of stereotypical old-fashioned rooms. But this was not just a recreation of earlier days. The bedroom shown above still looked this way when it was being used in the 1980s. I guess it’s not easy to quickly overhaul the interior decorating in a 105-room castle.

Dining/living room at the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

When you have 105 rooms, some of them can be quite specialized. This castle had two chapels (one very small, one slightly larger). It also had a large library, consisting of thousands of books from the Middle Ages. Some thought had gone into it: they were sorted by subject matter (albeit 16th-century subjects) so that it would be easier to look up things. However, most of the books would be a tough slog now: they were written either in Latin or in 16th-century French, which apparently is quite different from today’s French.

Library in the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

Besides seeing several rooms, we climbed a very narrow spiral staircase to access a higher level. OK, perhaps it wasn’t the same as the endless stairway to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. But it was a much more medieval atmosphere, and as a result even the climb itself was interesting.

Kitchen at the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

After the tour was over, I took more photographs and enjoyed the view over Lake Annecy. I then took a different route back to Menthon-Saint Bernard, winding my way through the castle’s vineyards. Their wine was for sale in the adjacent gift shop, but I need to travel light on this trip. Perhaps I would have bought some if I were staying in the area for more than two nights.

View of Lac Annecy, from the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard (soccer field visible)

I passed by a soccer match on my way back to the coastal road. I explored a little bit of the village whilst waiting for the next bus, taking some random paths and even getting asked for directions. I must have looked confident even though I had no idea where I was going.

Another approach to the Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard

Tomorrow, I move on to the relatively unknown Ardèche region. There is no public transportation to the village of Largentière, where I’ll be spending two weeks. But I am fortunate enough to be getting a ride from a kind lawn bowler who is heading to the same place. More details on Largentiere soon!

More on Annecy, France (including dining redemption!)

(Annecy, France)

My second day in Annecy was quite different from the first. At the end of the first day, I realized that the city was hosting a big marathon race…and well as some shorter races for those less inclined to run for 26 miles. One of the waterfront parks was completely closed off to handle the administration of all of those races.

Annecy, France – This reminded me of a similar clock in Reims, France

On top of that, all the street vendors from the first day’s antique market seem to have disappeared. So, while the main street was still rather busy, it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the first day. I did feel more relaxed downtown. Some of my technological issues resolved. And I also felt better after getting a full night’s sleep.

A store specializing in…Canada! Just a block from my hotel in Annecy, France

But the finishing touch to the second day turnaround came from an unlikely source. In my pre-trip research, I had learned that “The Little Italy” restaurant was ranked the highest of all 100+ pizzerias in Annecy. This surprised me for several reasons.

A hidden nook near my hotel in Annecy

Firstly, restaurants in France with English names attract suspicion from me. Were they just trying to lure homesick English-speaking tourists? Secondly, the restaurant was on Annecy’s busiest pedestrian street, with tables spilling out onto the sidewalk. This raised the risk that the location was taking a priority over quality. Thirdly, the pizza names were mostly based on “The Godfather”: the Corleone, the Cosa Nostra, etc. That didn’t seem too “authentic”.

Cool alpine light over one of Annecy’s canals

But even on a rainy Sunday evening, the place was nearly packed. I told myself to trust the experts and give it a try, despite the many red flags. I managed to secure the second-last available outdoor table, which was in the middle and very close to the street. I ordered a Pizza Sinatra, which is made up of tomato sauce, fior de latte mozzarella, fontina cheese, speck, oregano, and olives. And to drink, a glass of lambrusco, a glass of sparkling red wine.

The waiter has just cleared my table at “The Little Italy”, and is summoning the next guests

I was very happy with the meal. There was a *lot* of cheese, and the fontina worked well. It was a very substantial pizza, considering how thin the crust was. I was able to spice it up a little with some pepper-infused oil. And they did *not* charge for the bread sticks or the water that appeared on the table: some Italian restaurants levy a cover charge (coperto) for the bread and water if you touch them at all.

My pizza at “The Little Italy”, Annecy, France

Best of all, I didn’t feel either ignored or “overserved” – they had found the perfect balance. And they were very helpful when I returned to the restaurant later looking for my lost electronic hotel card. They found it under my table and retrieved it with a minimum of fuss. So, despite all the red flags, “The Little Italy” turned out to be a satisfying final meal in Annecy. And, in turn, I ended up feeling a lot better about the town after the underwhelming first day. Maybe the problem that day was just a jetlagged and cranky me, rather than Annecy itself!