If you want a very good meal and be treated like any other local by a 22 year veteran waitress who's a true character, go here. Valognes has seen its fair share of aristocracy, and was once known as the Versailles of Normandy (if you look it up). It's not surprising. The town is very quaint. One thing, as evidenced by our server, is that you can't nitpick like you do back in North America, they simply don't put up with it. Instead, they'll bring your meal and should you not be happy with it, they'll deal with it then but won't take down your list of little caprices ahead. I guess they're pretty confident your dish will be good and sure enough, it is. It's not that she was vocal or remotely rude, it was just in the look of slight incredulity she gave, at the silliness of your request. I had the duck, he had the beef. His beef had a bit more fat than he'd have picked but he accepted that fat is more part of the cooking in France so when in Rome ... (!) But at least there was no blood on the plate and that's what we asked, though he still wanted it rare. (Just don't say "pink" to describe the way you want it, or you'll get a quirky smirk.) It was a wholesome experience, a bit of a reminder of home. The dining room is spacious and bright, filled with mostly local regulars I would say, for good reason.
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