One of the delights of
having been to Oxford is the opportunity to return occasionally to take your
former tutors out for lunch.
Most of mine are now
elsewhere (some in this life, some in the next). But my splendid Old Testament
tutor, who bravely struggled to awaken in my dull mind some enthusiasm for the
thoughts of Ezekiel and Jeremiah, remains. A Jesuit priest, he offers Mass
each morning (in Latin, of course) and leads a life of quiet and meticulous
orderliness. As the Royce purred along the M40 motorway from London, I looked
forward to his charming and amusing company.
And there was further reason for my eager
participation. For we were destined for one of Britain’s most renowned
restaurants, Le Manoir aux Quat’ Saisons in Great Milton.
In my Oxford days this place did not exist.
Raymond Blanc only arrived on our shores from his native France in 1972 – to
work at a restaurant near Witney in Oxfordshire. When the cook became ill, the
young Raymond took over and a new culinary talent began to develop with
astonishing rapidity. Twelve years later the Frenchman with no formal training
was a Michelin two-star Chef and was opening his hotel and restaurant, Le
Manoir. He had found for his venture a typical English country house (think
Cotswolds and a small prep school, and you will have the measure of the
building) 8 miles south east of Oxford. Since that opening in 1984 few
restaurants in England have received so many awards and accolades.
I turned into the first gateway and parked in
a large car park. This was a mistake. If you are traveling in a carriage of
some elegance, be sure to find the second gateway, which leads to the front
door. When I encountered the charming manager, Philip Newman-Hall, I asked
whether I should move my motor into this prominent position. “We like to keep
this space for cars which add to the elegance of the building,” he replied. I
promised to give him a £5 note if my old dear proved a disappointment. You
will not be surprised to learn that the note remained in my wallet.
Inside, I immediately spotted a welcome face
in the entrance hall. King Charles I is one of my heroes. Good, then, to see
the face of the Royal Martyr – in a decent oil painting – looking at me from
the wall. Otherwise the decorative style is fairly predictable for a luxury
hotel in the countryside: no horses will be frightened here, unless they have
an aversion to the divine tones of Ella Fitzgerald on the sound system. In one
of the sitting rooms, on a comfortable sofa surrounded by plump cushions, I
contemplated the gastronomic options. The 6 course Menu Gourmand was £89; the
3 course Menu du Jour £45. First courses and main courses on the carte were
mostly in the £26-£36 range. A little section at the end of the menu card
tempted me: ‘Les Spécialités du Manoir’. (Watercress salad with fried foie
gras, apples and black pudding (£28), roasted turbot with a red wine jus (£32)
and pistachio soufflé with bitter cocoa sorbet.)
Yet in the end it was the Menu du Jour which
won our allegiance. A salad full of chunks of pink, tender pigeon breast
combined wonderfully with the texture of Puy lentils and was lit up by the
tiny addition of a red wine jus. Then a grilled fillet of brill, a wonderfully
fresh and delicate piece of fish, perfectly balanced by a lemon butter sauce.
The cheese course (an additional £11) offered a good number of French cheeses
in excellent condition, including a particularly fine Roquefort. And the
melting chocolate tart with white coffee ice cream was as good a pudding as I
have eaten for some considerable time. On the evidence of this meal, I would
judge that nothing leaves Le Manoir’s kitchen which is not finely conceived,
precisely executed and prettily presented. For which not only Monsieur Blanc,
but also his Chef de Cuisine (Gary Jones) and his Chef Patissier (Benoit Blin)
deserve to be congratulated.
Wine at Le Manoir, as you would expect, is
largely French and can be expensive. There are first growth clarets aplenty
from the great vintages. 1961 Haut Brion is £1,600, 1982 Margaux is £1,060 and
1982 Mouton Rothschild is £1,560. But there is also a white Bergerac for £20
and a red Corbières for £19. Meanwhile, if you are a fan of the best of the
New World, California offers 1997 Opus One at £269 and Australia 1992 Grange
at £760. From the large number of half bottles (my driving restricted me to
mere tastes), we tried a minerally Meursault (Les Luchets, Guy Roulot, 1998 -
£42) and a smooth, medium-bodied Côte de Nuits (Clos des Lambrays, Domaine des
Lambrays, 1997 - £55).
The dining room is in the form of a large
conservatory, with round tables, a wooden floor, beige tablecloths, spotlights
on wires, waitresses in grey waistcoats and good glassware by Villeroy & Boch.
Through the windows can be seen some of the lovely gardens which Monsieur
Blanc has caused to be created around Le Manoir. They made a fine setting for
a postprandial stroll with my old tutor, before I returned him to his Hall.
A most enjoyable luncheon outing, then – made
possible by the University of Oxford, the Society of Jesus, the Rolls-Royce
Motor Company and Le Manoir aux Quart’ Saisons. As fine a quartet as you will
find.
LE MANOIR AUX QUAT’ SAISONS
Church Road, Great Milton, Oxford OX44 7PD, England.
Telephone +44 (0)1844 278881
Fax +44 (0)1844 278847
Email:
lemanoir@blanc.co.uk
Website:
www.manoir.com
Double rooms from £260
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