It will still look really messy. It got my vote. What a treasure! We barely made it there before falling asleep.
The town was called Cancale, and it had a nice row of shops and restaurants right along the water. They were surprised and very impressed that we ended up there for dinner.
There was a small town across the water from St. Malo called Dinard, and there was a ferry you could take from one to the other. (We kept that promise.). They’re generously dusted with sugar and salt right before baking, so they develop a thick, caramelized crust that’s at once savory and sweet but, at least with our recipe, mostly savory. We also fully embraced happy hour while in St. Malo. Cut in half, so you have two 4.5 x 11-inch rectangles. This piece of land becomes an island when the tide is all the way in to the city wall.
Move the dough to a larger bowl, cover with a clean towel and let it rise for an hour or so until it has doubled in size. In St. Malo we could go to breakfast, come back, change for the beach and go hang out there for a bit, come back to change and then go out for lunch or drinks, etc. If you have to spread it out over several days, that should work fine too. I believe they also take reservations. We did that a few times during our visit. Our stay in Paris felt like a blur, so seeing it again with fresh eyes after being in St. Malo just made me appreciate it that much more. We biked along the coast for a while (which was gorgeous), and then veered off into the countryside.
St. Malo was a totally different beast than Paris. They've been to St. Malo many times, and they eat at Le Bistro de Jean every night they're in town.
If you can make it out to that region of France, you should definitely stop by St. Malo and say hello for us. God. Okay, so many of you are probably wondering what the heck is a kouign amann? We obviously did some day drinking (our lunch included beer, mojitos and a pizza with goat cheese, grapes, brussels sprouts and a basil cream sauce), and then we took some really silly drunk photos in a photo booth. For the last 30-odd years they've been traveling for 150 days out of the year.
I think we hit a dud with this one. Transfer dough onto a floured surface and press into a rough rectangle. It was just a short walk along the water to get there, so we were never more than a 10-15 minute walk from our hotel when we were in the city. (This just goes to show how wonderful this restaurant is.) It should be about 9x11 inches. Now, you can even buy it in Marks & Spencer - but it tastes much better homemade. Everyone should do that at least once. On our stroll earlier we had eyed up a place called Maison Hector with beignet Nutella sandwiches. Roll dough into a rectangle about 1/8- to 1/4-inch thick. (Although sometimes we still like to refer to it as our pet names. (#honeymoonfail) Thankfully I was able to wipe most of it off. How genius is that? This night we knew to arrive between 7 and 7:30 when they opened for dinner. So lovely. (And then I bought myself macarons with the last few euros I had to my name to console myself.). Robert had sea bass with anise sauce and a puree of carrot, fennel and potato that was crazy good. Our five days in Paris were super fast-paced as we tried to cram in as much as possible. It has a shopping scene, but otherwise it's mostly restaurants, pastry shops and bars.
We had a lot of trouble figuring out which car number we were in, so we had to change seats a few times, ended up kicking an old lady out of our seats who was in the wrong place, and then ended up behind a cat in a cat carrier who wouldn't stop crying.
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