Living in the French countryside has its pros and cons. For me, the list of positive things is longer though. However, I sometimes miss living close to the city buzz and going to handsome venues. You can imagine how happy I was to have found Le Vauban in Capestang. This bistronomic restaurant has everything I could wish for only a 15 minutes’ drive from home.
Chéri sometimes gets tired of me wanting to try a new place every time we go out for dinner. But when it’s a hit like Le Vauban, he is pretty pleased too. Once you step over the threshold of Le Vauban, the restaurant envelops you in a warm embrace, attentive service and culinary surprises. The renovated dining room combines raw materials with industrial touches, and the cosy light subtly shines over the well-appointed interior. When the weather is good, you can sit outside on the equally comfortable patio.
Rhythm of Mother Earth
Two young women run Le Vauban: chef Léa works her magic ways in the kitchen, while Coralie takes care of the front of house. The Mediterranean menu appears simple, with four options for every course (30 euros), but hides some beautiful creations. It changes regularly, also keeping the rhythm of Mother Earth in mind. We started the evening with a beetroot-cured salmon and quinoa salad for Chéri, and a preparation of duck confit in a crispy filo roll for me. However, the minute Chéri saw my starter, he desperately wanted to swap. I agreed, and we were both happy with our final choice.
For the next course, neither of us wanted to swap. So, Chéri enjoyed his supreme of guinea fowl, while I did the same with my generous cod steak coated with a fresh herb paste. We did try a bite of each other’s dish, of course, but we stuck with our choice this time. Same for the dessert, as I, for once, had the cheese platter, of which Chéri isn’t a big fan. Therefore, he chose the deconstructed mango/passion fruit pie to satisfy his sweet craving. With very fond memories of the evening, we left Le Vauban with a new find in our pockets.