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BEZIERS PLAGE OR GUINGUETTE DU ROY OR BAR BOEUF AND COW OR CHATEAU VAISSERIE: RESTAURANT REVIEW

Yeah. I know. It's a strange title. Well, it's a strange place.

We were traveling north of Beziers along the ring road, took a wrong turn, and came across a sign for Beziers Plage. Given that we were on the wrong side of Beziers for any plage that we knew of, and given that I love nothing better than getting lost in order to find my way back to where I'm supposed to be going in new and different ways, I followed the sign. A barely maintained paved lane led to an unpaved parking lot and a sign for Guinguette du Roy. We didn't go in but we noted the name and. upon returning home, checked out the website. I suggest that you do the same HERE. But beware. The tapas bar is apparently only open evenings. We never saw a plage. I think that there may be a restaurant in the Chateau Vaisserie but I'm not certain.

But Bar Boeuf and Cow came complete with a confetti cannon, not operating but apparently fully functional the previous evening given the amount of colored paper scattered about, with a squawking peacock and mate who enjoyed bits of bread and olive as though by right, and with a mid priced and tasty lunch. Who knew?

Mike had the entrecote from the barbecue grill, a bit pricey but a fine cut of beef. Properly cooked hot and fast, crusty outside and red inside, the cut was more than he could finish. The ladies had seche from the grill as well, one with veggies, one with rice, more carefully prepared over lower heat. Both very happy with tasty, full portions. I had an undistinguished burger. Entrecote next time. One of the ladies had the molten chocolate cake with chantilly, a fine specimen, and I had two scoops of good French chocolate ice cream. With coffees and lots of wine and a beer or two and enough bread for us and the peacocks as well, the bill came to about 28€ apiece

There's no sense trying to describe the place. If you like quirky, you'll like it. Give it a try.










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