La Grande Bouffe by Dick Williamson

           In the newspaper, Le Courrier de Paris,  we read this striking sentence:
“A very good dinner is a rare thing today. Gastronomy is like poetry: it is in total decline.” Now that pronouncement was made on March 27, 1858, but many contemporary gourmands would agree.  From my experience in Mur-de-Bretagne on a July evening in 1976 I must disagree completely.
           As the Director of a program of study abroad in St. Brieuc during six weeks in the summer of 1976, I wanted to reward my staff with a good dinner.  The woman in charge of finding French families for my students mentioned a new restaurant in Mur-de-Bretagne that wanted to establish a reputation for gourmet cuisine and would welcome twelve people on a weekday evening.  “Pas de problème,” I was told, and we drove the forty kilometers to Chez David to enjoy one of the most amazing dinners I have seen.
           We began with “fruits de mer,” as assortment of raw seafood: clams, mussels, large rock crabs, different sizes of shrimp, and “bigorneaux,” or small periwinkles. These tiny snail-like delights are difficult to eat: one uses a large pin to dig around in the shell and spear the small tidbit of meat, which can be dipped in garlic mayonnaise or enjoyed plain.  I am unsure how many one would need to eat to feel full, maybe a couple hundred.  The “fruits de mer” platter is a wonder to behold:  ice is stacked up on a tray and the shellfish climbs up the ice with the crabs on the top.
            Next to be delivered to the table:  sea bass in a heavy cream sauce, more likely a heavy butter sauce, because it was incredibly rich. 
            When we arrived at the table, we noticed the stack of plates in front of each chair and the array of forks, knives, and spoons. We now realized that the nine plates represented, each one, a course of the meal. We were eating fish on number two.
            Number three:   the first of two meat dishes.  A pork chop stuffed with apples and pears, and surrounded by four or five green beans and three slices of potatoes.
The meat course following was a tournedo with a heavy, carmelized sauce, made with cognac(I could taste it with no problem).  Accompanying the tournedo were four or five sliced squash and a “purée de pomme de terre,” or a thin mashed potato.
            We had begun this “bouffe” around 8h30 and I noted that it was 10h15, as we waited for plate number four to be cleared and plate number five to appear. My companions and I were beginning to worry about stomach overload and someone suggested that we take a short walk. I asked the waiters if that would be possible, and one replied: “Pas de problème,” but make sure to return in fifteen minutes.  Twelve people bumped down the main street of the small village of Mur-de-Bretagne, but there was still some light and we did become lost.
             Plate five:   salad. Whew! Plate six:  a cheese cart was rolled up to the table and each person could select as much or as little cheese as one wanted. I asked for a small slice of brie, a small “crottin,” or goat cheese round, and a small slice of morbier, a cheese with a line of blue in the middle of the gold. 
              Plate seven:   a crème caramel.  I had to pass; I could not handle it.
              Plate eight:   a goblet with three small scoops of sherbert: raspberry, mango, and lemon.
              Plate nine and final:   two rectangular bricks of pure chocolate, fairly thin. I succeeded in nibbling on one and placed the second into a piece of paper to save for the next day.  
              Now, during this “bouffe,” we enjoyed four different kinds of wine, with three bottles of each placed on the table.  Each wine complemented marvelousy that particular course, but  the quantity soon began to take its toll. 
              We arose from the table the second time at 12h25a.m.  I decided that I needed to walk again before driving back to St. Brieuc, as did my colleagues, so we marched up and down main street for a half-hour.
              As the French would repeat: “Quelle bouffe!”  The food was, indeed, superb, and the total experience gratifying and exciting.  Hélas, the restaurant closed a year later.