Cabane à Sucre Pied de Cochon Back in March, G and I were fortunate enough to enjoy another 2-hour dance filled with the rich, sensual and over-the-top menu stylings of Mr. Picard at his Cabane à Sucre in St-Benoit de Mirable (Québec). But this time, we were equally fortunate to have shared this experience with some great friends. Stay tuned, a full review will follow very soon, but I wanted to take a moment to share the fact that this time around, I got to tell the man himself how much I loved his food!
Martin Picard: the mad genius in the flesh. He was there that night, and peeked out from the kitchen and into the bar area where we were seated. As our stomach started begging for mercy, and as our arteries slowly clogged with duck fat, pork fat and cheese, but just before our 3-course dessert came out, I was able to gush for a few moments, and tell him how truly wonderful our meals here had been, and how much we enjoyed his restaurant. It almost felt like I was saying "Grace" (mid-meal, but whatever). I'm not a "Thank the Holy Ghost" before a meal kinda gal, but being able to thank someone for the joy and happiness their food has provided leaves a warm and fuzzy feeling in your insides. Maybe it's the fact that I'm getting older, maybe it's cause my love-affair with food started not that long ago. But it was nice to be able to thank this stranger for his crazy and delicious dishes. So, I gave thanks to the man, and then kept on eating.
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