It was mostly by desire to not slight our host further, after arriving late in Saint-Maclou (and interrupting him mid-sentence when he was mentioning the "only" restaurant in town), that we decided - against our already full stomachs - to check out La Crémaillière. It however didn't take long for "gourmandise" to take over and we ate a full meal. Just the aromas emanating from the kitchen could have led us by the nose to this place. It was ensorceling. They greeted us with a complimentary delicious terrine, and from there we just indulged. I had the rabbit pâté then the classic Normand-style chicken. I know... chicken right? BUT, this was the single best chicken dish I ever had. It rivalled the meal I had in Paris at Benoît and actually surpassed it. In every thing we ate, there was the signature of a genius hiding in the kitchen. Truly, the chef would be celebrated anywhere else in the world, if only he could have as good produce and meats as can be found in Normandy. (In the other restaurant's defence, if their chef had time to apply himself to every dish, a similar result could maybe be achieved). The service was also absolutely lovely, and carried beyond our meal when our waitress caught up to us outside, after we left and forgot something. This restaurant is worth the detour wherever you find yourself in the country. Your stomach will thank you for it.
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