I’m not one for ‘posh’ food. So when invited to the new Le Bistrot Pierre in Middlesbrough, I was a little bit nervous.
Ya’see, I’m a simple gal with simple foodie pleasures. Give me a good ol’ pub curry or some British mince and dumplings and I’m happy as larry. So when I visit new places, like Le Bistrot Pierre, and especially with a cuisine I’ve never tried before, I get a tad worried.
Basically – I shouldn’t have worried.
The new French restaurant, Le Bistrot Pierre, has opened right opposite our beautiful Town Hall in a spot that’s undergoing a bit of redevelopment – perfect. With deep blue decor combined with gold accents of frames, light fixtures and rustic wooden tables, it’s a real cosy atmosphere.
Greeted with a glass of bubbly, a bunch of us bloggers sat ready for a night of nibbles and giggles. Are they the best nights, or what?
We were first given their Assiette Méditerranéenneto sharing platter graze on, and graze we did. I obviously spied the chorizo first because, well, with chorizo enthusiast in my Twitter bio, it’d be WRONG to not naturally gravitate towards it first. With olives, houmous and other delights, it’s the perfect dish to pick at whilst you’re still chatting away.
Whilst waiting in between courses (15 creatives is a lot to cater for!), we got the chance to chat to the gentleman whose job it was to get this place off the ground. Middlesbrough is the 21st and furthest Northern venue of Le Bistrot Pierre.
The place really focus on giving customers excellent attention-to-detail service, top-notch food all in a relaxed atmosphere. On an evening, the lights are dimly lit to allow for a super cosy surrounding for you to enjoy the food. All that was missing was my slippers.
For my main course, I opted for the Confit de canard, or to me and you, the duck leg. Complimented with a Toulouse sausage in a pool of bacon, plum tomatoes and flageolet beans, it completely surprised me.
I do a version of this at home, small pieces of smoked bacon cooked in Heinz beans (aptly named ‘Bacon Beans’) but this took it to another level. A more authentic, thought-out, actual effort level – ha!
The meat melted in my mouth and for a duck leg, it offered more than I thought – towards the end I was stuffed, but not so stuffed to not fit in dessert. Does anyone else have a completely separate stomach for when sweet treats are mentioned? Just me?
It’d be SO rude to go to a French restaurant and not opt for Crème Brûlée, or so I told myself. The vast vanilla custard was topped with the biggest burnt sugar disc ever and I simply didn’t want it to end. I was glad I didn’t opt for my usual brownie, cos I’m pretty sure every restaurant review on my blog (see Turtle Bay, The Ship Tavern & Jamie’s Italian), I feature a bloody brownie.
Will I be going back? Urm, YES.
I’ve got my eye on trying their Breakfast Pancakes. Working brunch anyone?
*This meal was courtesy of Le Bistrot Pierre