Telefon: +33561993031,+33890719775
Adresse: 7 r. de l'Industrie, 31000 Toulouse, France
Stadt: Toulouse
Gerichte: 12
Bewertungen: 1109
Webseite: https://bistrot.lessalesgosses.fr/
"We were told again and again, and it's not that we didn't believe, we just didn't see any reason to adjust our itinerary - but as we discovered with our own eyes; one simply cannot ignore Toulouse when having time to visit southern France. The food is spectacular, the architecture defies adjectives of glorious, beautiful and edifying, the people are young and vibrant and the city is a joy to behold, truly a hidden jewel in France's well-worn crown of must do's.Apparently Toulouse has been a seat of learning and higher education for over 2 centuries; in fact the Romans felt compelled by the bucolic environment to set up seats of learning themselves in this city kissed by the sun and traversed by the pleasant Midi-Pyrennes. Today the area has been merged into a larger provincial area known as Midi-Pyrenees-Languedoc-Roussillon, but Toulouse remains its undisputed capital.The area encompasses such historic (particularly in the world of gastronomy) locales as Guyenne, Gascony, and the county of Foix (as in fois gras!!). The area is also famous for the blue cheese made from ewe's milk - the creamy Roquefort - oh la la!Les Sales Grosses sits on one of the main squares (there are many) that dot central Toulouse. Because it remains today a strong University town there are students literally from all over the world and taking turns emulating French fashion the municipal squares of Toulouse can be quite a runway show all their own. Because it was a beautiful breezy day and the animated youth were running everywhere and nowhere in a busied hurriedness as they addressed cell phones, tablets or just bounced along to the jams on their headsets we wanted to see the beautiful people fly by. And of course we wanted beautiful food to match - voila - Les Sales Gosses.Seated by one waiter while a busy bus boy pours the crisp alpine waters we were truly in my companion's element - the outdoor restaurant/bistro scene in southern France had no surrendered on that right of all men (and women) - smoking! I'm not a smoker but it doesn't bother me and I've always felt it rather sexy on some to watch them light their cigarette or cigar of choice with such flair and twist and turn of a match - it seems rather invigorating and not at all dangerous. Being in France the first smug hit of cigarette smoke is followed by a quick sip of local wine or pastis and then the chattering begins in earnest! Oh how I wish I knew someone familiar or spoke the language well enough to engage in one of the half dozen interesting conversations - I too can rake people over the coals! But before the sin of slander took me by storm I began to tuck into the many little aperitifs and goodies the waiter brought by in abundance; tins of nuts (oh joyous cashew, how you are raised to magnificence with a smattering of paprika!), chips/crisps and ripe rotund olives of different shades of green and black. I opted for my usual when in the south of France; a crisp Bandol (rose wine) that just hits the spot!My companion wanted what would be his seventh helping I'm sure (who is keeping count) of the local favorite, cassoulet (a rustic peasants dish of beans, duck, chicken, sausages and such) while I chose the ever present pre-fixe menu; fois gras (if T had eaten 7 cassoulets I had demolished a baker's dozen of fois gras), fresh asparagus in a lavender infused butter, and 3 lovely lamb chops. Dessert was our now usual; café au lait with a side car of armangnac and then off for more adventures. Delicious, delightful and worth it food (it can be pricey) and excellent staff.BTW for those possibly traveling in a large party; the interior of the restaurant appears to be a lush and on point restoration of the belle epoque years of France's heyday in the 1800s - would make a magnificent spot for a wedding brunch or such."
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