Mimosa is a fluffy yellow flower that blossoms in the winter season here along the southern part of France. It is used in the making of perfume and when you find enough of it, the sent is heavy in the air.
So for our Sunday drive, Bernard took us in search of Mimosa and we headed West-ish from Menton up and above Grasse. Although the season of Mimosa is only just beginning, we found plenty of the bright yellow bushes to feast our eyes upon.
Along the way we also found a rural honey store where we stopped and made a purchase. Once on our way we stopped to pick some of the mimosa that was growing over the road..quickly and with stealth in case we were caught for trespassing.
The search for a perfect luncheon place ensued next but nothing we found had the combination of view, affordability and menu selection that the menfolk could agree on.
Finally, in one valley we found a local hotel that also boasted a restaurant where Bernard and Dennis could finally settle for our meal (mostly because the hour for lunch was late)
We were not disappointed. The service and care was superb and the meal was delightful. From the start to finish (the owner provided a round of drinks on the house as a treat) we sat for over three hours laughing, eating and drinking. I enjoyed my first roasted pheasant experience and had a taste of Dennis' mystery fish special which came filled in a pastry shell with a side of curry couscous. I may have eaten too much bread but it was so wonderful with this perfect chewy crust. I am ashamed to admit that when Bernard wasn't looking, I stuffed three extra rolls into my Michael Kors purse :)
I don't remember much about the ride home because it was A: dark and B: I was in a food induced coma.
Thank you Bernard for another enjoyable outing where we ate traditional French cuisine and drank in the scenery of this lovely country!
So for our Sunday drive, Bernard took us in search of Mimosa and we headed West-ish from Menton up and above Grasse. Although the season of Mimosa is only just beginning, we found plenty of the bright yellow bushes to feast our eyes upon.
Along the way we also found a rural honey store where we stopped and made a purchase. Once on our way we stopped to pick some of the mimosa that was growing over the road..quickly and with stealth in case we were caught for trespassing.
The search for a perfect luncheon place ensued next but nothing we found had the combination of view, affordability and menu selection that the menfolk could agree on.
Finally, in one valley we found a local hotel that also boasted a restaurant where Bernard and Dennis could finally settle for our meal (mostly because the hour for lunch was late)
I don't remember much about the ride home because it was A: dark and B: I was in a food induced coma.
Thank you Bernard for another enjoyable outing where we ate traditional French cuisine and drank in the scenery of this lovely country!
