A couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Yeti and I went to "Dans les Landes" with a fellow Hound (who shall remain nameless unless he jumps in to reveal his secret identity) and his friend.
I usually try to translate the whole review from french to english, and post it on Chowhound... I have to admit that I may have gone overboard with the mannerism of my writing, and therefore will not embarrass myself by trying to make a translation of it. I will however post this summary :
The decibels are high, your elbows are rubbing with your neighbors', and the room is electric.
If you are tired, or want a romantic and calm place, go elsewhere...
“Dans les Landes” serves traditional south-west dishes, in the form of tapas, with a few twists thrown here and there. And if you don't want to read this whole post, I can tell you right away that I would rather express how I feel about the different things we ate with my tongue out, some drool dripping on my shoes and a vague and long grunt of pleasure.
For those more comfortable with actual words, read on.
The “salade landaise” was served like a spring roll, wrapped in rice paper, it was crunchy and generous and fresh and awesome.
The “Ibaïona ham” was cut to thick, and not that exciting, but still honorable.
The “fried chipirons” were light as a feather, crispy to perfection and were frankly the best fried chipirons, or calamari, or squid, I've ever had. It was mentioned that a tartar sauce or a squirt of lemon could have added a bit of acidity to those bites, true but I would have been afraid to brake those delicate jewels.
The “polenta with duck magret”, served like a croquette, was original, interesting, not bad texture-wise, but a little more virility on the duck side would have been nice.
The “duck hearts” were ever so slightly too salty, but that didn't stop me from writing them a cheesy poem, and asking them to marry me. We lived happily ever after...
The “duck necks” were very flavorful and rich, but my heart already belonged to those hearts... and they were a bit of a pain to nibble.
The “gambas with thaï cream” were very subtle and well balanced. The shrimps were perfectly cooked, and frankly I feel it is a 'tour de force' to bring out such a respectful thaï dish in a landais restaurant.
The “millassou landais” was some sort of deep-fried corn pudding that looked like big french fries and that you would dip in a jam made from dried fruits... Addictive... Surprisingly addictive...
The “crème brulée with passion fruit and saffron” wasn't too sweet, wasn't too acidic, it was like a mellow melody to end such a beautiful meal.
Need I say more ? Don't put your hands in your pocket, trigger the turbo mode, run, faster, now, faster, go !
If you read french and are not afraid by words flowered up like an English garden and/or if you would like to check some pictures of the dishes described, you can head over to : http://www.chezfood.com/2014/05/14/da...