It is an odious task to run away from your own cleaning lady but worse when you are hungry and accompagnied by an equaly hungry person having just finished heavy garden work.
I found myself in such a way and decided at the entrance to the front yard, to reverse and seek food or drink elsewhere.
Knowing of the lunches at the Club House we drove there at 1:30 pm to find it empty except for a small team of two eating there.
The Restaurant, bar, pub is settled on a old race circuit and has a patio looking at onto a lake. The inside has a dark purple feel and a central bar dividing the eating area from the coaches for evening drinks.
No need for aperitif we were hungry!
With a started of Chèvre chaud, this one had the cheese inside little fried wrapped pastry on a bed of lettuce salad.
We were asked if we wanted wine, we say yes and a bottle of Chinon arrived.
Main course was, steak and chips (what else). The steak was bigger than my hand and the chips occupied the rest of the space on the plate. It was made clear by the manager of the Club House that smaller steaks were not permitted on the premises.
Fighting my way valiantly, while sipping water and wine I came to the conclusion that I would not eat that evening.
The term tight as drums, sprang to mind, no need for desert or coffee. There was no more room!
We settle the bill of 35 € for both meals.
It turned out the young Claude had given us a wine that was more than we had thought but it was beautiful and perfect for the meal so we didn't complain.
We drove back home ready to deal with the cleaner and a nap.
