Le bon goût de Glouglou
Avant je ne trouvais pas beaucoup de tables à mon goût en Presqu’île. Mais ça, c’était avant. Avant Glouglou notamment. Une cave à manger de très bonne tenue à Pornichet.
Sur leur carte... de visite, Marie Le Damany et Guillaume Ferronnière affichent de beaux trophées : le Louis XV de Monaco, le Saint-James de Bouliac, La Mare aux Oiseaux de Saint-Joachim ou encore la Maison d'à Côté de Montlivault-Chambord. Après ces expériences auprès de ces chefs, toqués pour la majorité, ils ont ouvert leur propre maison à Pornichet : Glouglou. Clin d’oeil appuyé à Mimi, Fifi et Glouglou, ce célèbre petit traité de dégustation illustré. Objectif : « créer un lieu qui nous ressemble, proche des tablées de nos enfances et où le talent des vignerons est mis à l'honneur. »
Cuisine maison et produits de saison
Grâce à leur carnet d’adresse et à la mention sommellerie qui les a introduit dans la sphère du vin en 2017, les sommeliers proposent 300 références de vin plutôt bio ou en biodynamie, comme l’excellent pétillant Solessence dont le nom à lui seul est un voyage. Côté solide, ces enfants de la mer travaillent en circuit court pour monter 10 assiettes à partager… ou pas : homard bleu, crevettes panko pimpées avec une sauce wazabi, courgettes tandoori…, « imaginés autour de la saisonnalité. Notre cuisine s'inspire des influences locales, des produits de la mer pêchés durablement et des fruits et légumes cultivés dans la région. » Le tiramisu, lui, vient de plus loin… de la Mama, la grand-mère italienne de Marie.
Un esprit de partage qui se prolonge
Quant au cadre, il est à l’image du service : impeccable. L’accueil est chaleureux, souriant et bienveillant. Pour preuve, les coups de cœur gastronomiques de la région ou d’ailleurs affichés par Marie et Guillaume. Brut, Topaze, Le Maju… pour ne nommer que les tables du coin. Encore un beau partage, comme l’occasion aussi pour le client de faire son marché de bonnes adresses. Et puis à la fin, un petit goût de reviens-y aussi...
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Halloween Movie Night (Wasabi X Reader)
A/n: So funny story, in the process of writing this I accidentally deleted the request because I thought I had it saved but you know who you are anon who requested this! Sorry for deleting your request!!!
You sat down, popcorn in your lap and staring at the television screen.
October 31st. Another holiday you were determined to spend alone, sitting in front of a TV screen the entire night. It wasn’t that you hated holidays, far from it. They could actually be a lot of fun when they weren’t obnoxiously selling you things.
It was just, since moving to San Fransokyo, you hadn’t had a lot of time to establish yourself. This meant you had no friends and holidays were often spent alone, in your apartment, eating snacks. That was okay though. Who needs friends anyway?
All you need is Freddy Krueger and endless amounts of popcorn, am I right?
You glanced at your phone, sitting on the cushion beside you and sighed softly.
It would be nice to have someone to sit and watch movies with. Your thoughts drifted to the idea of getting yourself out there more, maybe joining some groups or classes that could help you meet some new people. As you were lost in thoughts about potential friend making opportunities, your phone buzzed and you picked up.
Wazabi:
Please tell me you’re as bored as I am right now
The text surprised you, it was actually from a coworker. The two of you worked together in some lab downtown. You’d met him on your very first day of the job and you’d hit it off almost immediately. He was funny, he was a total neat freak (which you loved to tease him about) and he was very easy to talk to.
At the end of the day, as the two of you were cleaning your work stations, he had inputted his number into your phone (and named himself Wasabi spelt wrong. Apparently, Wasabi was what all of his friends called him).
He had never really texted you outside of a work context though. Usually all of your talks were strictly business, usually regarding whatever the two of you were working on.
Hesitantly, your fingers hovered over the keyboard on your phone.
(Y/n):
Depends on what your definition of boredom is
The movie was completely forgotten at this point, mere background noise as the little dots appeared, indicating he was typing out a response. As he took longer and longer to respond, you started to worry your response wasn’t good enough. Even though you weren’t exactly sure how good of a response you could really have to what he’d said.
Finally, as you settled back in to at least pretend to pay attention to the movie, your phone buzzed again. You grabbed it.
Wazabi:
I’m stuck at my friends halloween party. really lame. then again didn’t really know what I was expecting he is literally a 16 year old kid.
At that, you blinked. He was friends with a 16 year old kid? There had to be an explanation there, after all Wasabi was almost double that age. There was no way he was just hanging around high schools or something. He must be a family friend, you realized after a moment of contemplation.
(Y/n):
I’m halfway through A Nightmare on Elm Street
The conversation seemed to end there because you didn’t see the tiny dots again. He must’ve been dragged into whatever festivities the kid had at his party. You were kind of jealous, just a little. Being at a Halloween party sounded so much more fun than sitting on your couch alone, watching movies.
You wondered what your friends back home were getting into tonight. Probably scaring the little kids like they always did, that was their favourite part of Halloween. The tricks. Oh, if they could see you now.
Nightmare on Elm Street finished and you were about to push in the Nightmare Before Christmas (an oldie but a goodie in your opinion and personally one of your favourites), when your phone once more buzzed to let you know a text had come in. It was once again Wasabi.
Wazabi:
mind if I ditch this party and come watch with you? that sounds fun
Several thoughts rang through your head as you read the message. The first of which being you had NOT cleaned the apartment for any guests to come over because you had not been expecting guests. Your first instinct was to say no, hell to the no he couldn’t come over with your place looking like this.
But you had been the one complaining about being lonely and he was a nice enough guy…
Thus, you sent him your address and he actually showed up. At first, it was really awkward. Mostly on your part because you had no idea how to interact with him in this new situation. But soon enough, the two of you settled into a rhythm, passing popcorn back and forth, chatting over the movies and generally just having a good time.
And yeah, sometimes (especially during the horror movies) you got a little scared and leaned in his direction. But he never brought it up or pushed you away. He seemed to be really comfortable and relaxed with you, so you returned the favour as best you could. By the end of the night you were breathless from laughing so much and disappointed he had to go home.
“This was a lot of fun, thank you for saving me from that lame party,” he said lame, but you could tell he meant it as a term of endearment. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body, especially not in regards to the kid in question.
You waved your hand. “It was nothing, this was a lot of fun. We should hang out away from work more often.”
There it was, you were shooting your shot and he was most certainly going to decline it because this was a one time thing-
“Sounds like a plan! I was actually going to a science convention with some of my friends next weekend, you should tag along!”
Wow. He really made everything easy, didn’t he?
After confirming you’d love to and saying your goodnights to each other, you shut the door leaning against it and sighing. Maybe your lonely nights in San Fransokyo were finally coming to an end. Either way, that had been the best Halloween you’d had in a while. Now to clean all the popcorn kernels off the floor.
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