We had errands to do in Carcassonne on Wednesday. A meeting with the bank. A wander around the aptly named Géant hypermarché. And, of course, lunch.
Last year around this time, on a blustery day, we had a memorable plat du jour at a little bistro called Café Florian on Place Carnot in the old town. I can still taste that duck confit with tagliatelle mixed with wild mushrooms and garlic cream sauce. So we went back and managed to nail one of the few remaining tables.
Picture crimson walls, tables crowded together and a rush of people on their two-hour lunch break. Everyone there seemed to be ordering the nine-euro plat du jour so we did too. Onglet--hangar steak--with a shallot sauce, an excellent sweet potato soufflé sort of thing, a spoonful of ratatouille and, at each corner, a petite cluster of mâche. That, a quarter litre of red and coffees set us up for the afternoon.