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EN FACE, NARBONNE: RESTAURANT QUICK TAKE

The pedestrian walkway along the Canal de la Robine in Narbonne is not exactly deserted on a rainy Monday afternoon before the tourist season hits full swing, but it comes awfully close. That relative tranquility is compounded by the fact that several of our preferred local restaurants are closed on Mondays. So when we decided to visit the Orange boutique near the cathedral to try (and fail) to sort out a problem with my mobile, our luncheon choices were limited. We decided to stroll along the Quai Victor Hugo, read menus, and see if anything struck our fancy. The winner? En Face.

As usual, we chose the midday formula. As usual, the fare ranged from adequate to surprisingly good. As usual, we ate a three-course meal and drank our fill of house wine for less than 20€ per person. So no real complaints. Not good enough to make our regular rotation but just good enough to return to in a pinch. 

You can read more of my restaurant reviews and food writing HERE.


The girls chose the fish soup for a starter and were most pleased. Well done.

The salad chevre chaud was long on the salad and a bit short on goat cheese, but you can't complain at the price.

Steak and onions. French beef is French beef. Frites are frites. You learn to deal with it.

The slow-cooked pork cheeks were suitably hardy for a rainy day.

Fruit, pastry, cream, and chocolate. The French get dessert.

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