Last week, D and I stopped in Strasbourg as part of our France-Germany tour. Strasbourg is a city I’m just getting to know but what I’ve seen so far I truly enjoy. This includes our most recent dining experience. Now I know we’re moving to Nice — eventually I will be able to ‘talk’ at length about the food, the restaurants and the marchés in Nice. I’m not there yet so bear with me.
I tell everyone that D is a lovely man. He truly is. As a little treat to me he treated me to a wonderful dinner at Maison Kammerzell. He had never been there but had heard positive reviews.
We arrived at the restaurant late, even by French standards. Who shows up for dinner at 10:30 pm? We do, when we’ve been travelling all day. We elected to eat inside rather than on the patio as it was a little cool outside.
As we didn’t know yet what we were going to eat, we elected to have a muscat d’Alsace as an apéritif. I’m a fan of muscat (such as the sweet wines from Frontignan) as an apéritif and, until this dinner, had never tried any other variety. What a pleasant surprise! Muscat d’Alsace has just a hint of the sweetness you would find with muscat de Frontignan but is crisp and dry. It’s a great way to start a meal.
For my entrée, I decided to go with something typically Alsace: tarte à l’oignon with salade verte. I expected a little tart, a little salad, something to get me started. As you can see by the picture below, the portion could have been a meal on its own but I wasn’t about to complain. The onion tart was delicious and the salad was dressed to perfection.
D chose the salade de poireaux «Adeline» (leek salad). I don’t know who this Adeline woman is but she inspired a really good salad.
For our plat, D and I chose the same thing: poulet fermier façon «coq au Riesling» with spaetzle (farm chicken à la coq au vin with spaetzle).
Spaetzle is also typical of the region and the closest thing I can compare it to is gnocchi. I believe you can get spaetzle in the grocery store but that spaetzle and this one — made in house, I assure you — are two separate beasts altogether.
To wrap dinner up D and I opted for dessert — cheese cake for me and ice cream for D — and an armagnac. (I understand that women in France generally don’t drink armagnac, or if they do it’s in the privacy of their homes. Our server had to ask twice if I really wanted an armagnac. I like a nice drink to finish my meal, thank you very much.)
It was a positive dining experience and one I would recommend if you ever find yourself in Strasbourg.