We were staying in the hotel but came very close to missing out on this lovely dining experience due to some not-so-complimentary online reviews. Goes to show that you can’t always believe what you read (except for Polloplayer, of course).
We peeked into the gracious dining room and onto the “secret garden” terrace several times and saw what appeared to be many happy diners – why weren’t we among them?
We made a lunch reservation and they squeezed us in – they were completely booked. Any doubts I might have had were dispelled the moment my entree of gambas arrived. Yet another mystery about France is that “entree” here means appetizer, even though said appetizer is generally the size of what we refer to in the States as a main-dish entree. Vive le difference, I guess, and please, someone get me Jenny Craig on the phone, stat!
The wait staff was young, knowledgeable and energetic and as a big bonus, several of them spoke English.
One of the most memorable food-sights of the entire trip was this whopping vat of Ile Flottante. If I could have lifted it, I might have grabbed it and bolted.
We thoroughly enjoyed our lunch at Hotel La Mirande. Of course, there will always be critics, and for them I might suggest another option we saw on the ancient streets of Avignon: