Dijon, France

Au Duche de Bourgogne

Wine Tasting

I saw the sign for wine tasting when wandering through a little shop that had a number of local products and tourist items for sale. I was concerned that the tasting may turn out to be a bit pedestrian, as it was in a tourist shop. I turned out to have been worried for no reason. The tasting that I selected included five wines, although there were several options available regarding number and quality of wines tasted. The woman who lead me through the tasting was very knowledge about about not only the wines she was pouring, but about the wines of the region. As I tasted, there was a constant stream of locals stopping by to purchase bottles, which also reassured me of the quality and credibility of the shop. It was enjoyable to taste a variety of wines from the region that each had their own flavor profiles despite being primarily Pinot Noir. I would definitely recommend this to anyone as a quick way to be exposed to a number of local wines if time is limited to actually travel to the wineries. Of course, she recommended that I visit Beaune!

Cibo

Michelin restaurant with everything served sourced from within 200 hectors of the restaurant.

Venison

Potato

Mushroom

Housemade bread

Chickories 

Beet with cassis

Bruno Wine Bar

I experienced the most inviting welcome during my experience at this little hole in the wall wine bar. The regulars and owner were enjoying wine when I arrived and I asked for a local cremant. They insisted that I must have champagne and not cremant, pouring me a glass even as I protested. They then poured glasses for me from each of the bottles that they were enjoying, including one patron leaving and returning with a bottle of "good Pinot". The owner directed the woman working behind the bar to cut me cheeses and charcuterie, and I sheepishly had to admit after a bit that I am allergic to pork as the meats sat in front of my untouched. However, I indulged in the cheeses and they were marvelous, especially an aged goat cheese that was nearly as hard as parmesan. I asked what I owed as I unfortunately had to get to the train station, but would have liked to stay longer. They insisted it was their treat, as they had learned I was celebrating my birthday. I was so touched as I ran off into the night to catch the train back to Paris.