Auberge du Dragon Rouge

I had a great time here, the staff are amazing, the gluten-free food is absolutely delicious!

Title: "A Dantesque feast worthy of the Round Table (or almost)" Okay. Let's not lie, I ate. I really ate. At the Auberge du Dragon Rouge, you don't come to pretend to nibble on three lettuce leaves and a base of parsnip velouté. No. You come to stuff yourself like a king (or a lord, or a beggar who won at dice). First of all, the atmosphere. You feel like you've stepped back into an episode of Kaamelott, but a good one, like Book III, not the weird stuff with the druids on acid. The waiter, Alister, calls you "Sir," and if you don't order enough food, he looks at you like you're some kind of traitor to the country. "Are you sure you don't want the roast half-boar as well?" » 🤣🤣I wasn't sure, but I said yes, because I'm weak, and I don't want to disappoint my ancestors. The food? Insane. The plate isn't a plate, it's a weapon platter. You have more meat than in a dwarven tavern, the sausages are cooked in the fat of things that run fast, and the sauces, my good sir, the sauces, they're alchemy. Special mention to the spare ribs, which could have been a throwing weapon in the hands of a Saracen, but there, dipped in the honey sauce... I've seen people cry with joy. I cried too, but because of the chili on the chef's fries. And the beer! The kind of beer they don't make anymore since the monks went organic. If you drink two, you'll be able to speak fluent Old English and ask the tavern keeper's hand in marriage without blushing. Anyway, a word of advice: come on an empty stomach. Not like "I ate lightly." No, absolute fasting, a minimum 48-hour penance, otherwise you'll leave rolling. Rating: 12 boars out of 10. Not to be missed, unless you have a taste for betrayal and a gluten intolerance. Signed Dame Céline the chocolatier and her valiant knight Pierrick the Belgian Thank you Alister, Fulgence, and Gerbette 😘😘

The food is worth the receipt! We stopped by the Red Dragon Inn one fine morning, just to eat with friends in a peaceful and fragrant garden... and here's what really happened. While honoring our gluten-free diet, the bowls served by Céleste the innkeeper were overflowing with great food and feasting! Eggs en meurette and thick pork rind, gargantuan sausages, confit veal and aged cheddar, succulent fruit crepes... But what more can we say? We feasted so well that in the end, we had to roll our overstuffed bellies! Not to mention that the local minstrel had the devil in his throat and fire in his fingers; From it sprang a refrain, sometimes bawdy, sometimes nostalgic, which each time brought the whole household into a great joyful clamor. It was a memorable snack! Thank you Céleste, and to all your merry band of companions!