We decided to lunch French style - and not for the first time. We were glad we made the decision to climb the hill past the town hall, and told each other it would be even more daunting a prospect in summer heat. But today was an Auckland winter Saturday at its very best, hovering around eight degrees with people telling each other it had gone down to minus two overnight. Almost unheard of in this winterless North!
Do we believe in Global Warming? Of course we do!
To be honest there was not much climbing of the hill to be done because we had found a parking place in one of the side streets but the blast from Antarctica certainly caught us off guard as we scurried toward the restaurant, hoping against hope it would not be closed. It wasn't.
Oh how welcoming the rickety little tables with their red gingham cloths, the wafting of garlic and bacon from the kitchen, the young French waitress with the winsome smile.
We both decided we would have Coq au Vin and waited impatiently, twirling the stems of our wine glasses, for it to be placed before us.
And when it arrived, resplendent in its darkly alluring sauce there followed twenty minutes of silence at the end of which we both agreed it was quite the best Coq au Vin we had ever partaken of. In fact the husband described it as `quite divine'.
But I refuse to tell you more - you must go there and try it for yourselves.
LE GARDE-MANGER, 466 Queen Street, Auckland City.
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