Workers’ Repast in the Dordogne, 15 June 2018

I’d expected a restaurant that served subsidised meals for construction workers – les repas ouvriers – to be something like a British transport caff, all greasy linoleum and reeking of lard and bacon. But this is the Dordogne, France. Auberge d’Imbé exudes homey comfort, featuring white napery and charming service, at just €13 a head for a five-course meal that includes wine.

Roy and I had arrived in the Renault Twingo at his sister Lyndsay’s house in Saint-Geniés in time for Friday lunch. It’s a two-hour drive from Moissac, and we would have been earlier had we not been faced with a route barrée and a deviation, complete with signs.

Deviant Driving

In a move not without precedent, Roy refused to take the suggested deviation, deciding instead to press ahead. Once we got to the actually blockade, he was reluctantly persuaded not to simply drive around it and carry on, but instead to consult the map book and forge an alternative route through deepest, darkest Dordogne.  Highly successfully, it must be said – if I want to live.

Roy, Sarah, Tim, John and Lyndsay – complete with workers’ van

Unlike the rest of the luncheon party, the two of us hadn’t done much to deserve a worker’s repast.  Lynt and John’s good friends Sarah and Tim, visiting from England, had spent the past few days helping to clear vegetation, sanding and oiling the upstairs terrace, scrubbing the swimming pool and generally earning their keep. As we arrived, Tim and John emerged victoriously from the dusty loft where they’d been rewiring the lighting to one of the bedrooms.

(For more on their wonderful house, click here to check out my post from our last visit, in September 2017.)

There’s a lot about workers’ restaurant vouchers on the internet, but it’s technical, complicated and bureaucratically boring. I gather, however, that construction (and other?) workers who cannot get back to their normal place of work for lunch are entitled to restaurant luncheon vouchers at participating eateries. The value seems to vary according to the location, collective agreements and more.

Les vrais ouvriers, wondering what on earth I’m photographing them for
Lyndsay, Verne and Tim
Sarah, Roy and John

So, what was for lunch?

Wine, of course – a quarter litre each included in the price.

Roy does the honours

First course: A tureen to share of vegetable soup topped with bread, delicious

Soup of the day, served in a communal tureen

Second course: Individual cheese and leek tarts (without the tart, explained the waiter, meaning no pastry), again delicious

These individual crustless quiches were superb

Main course: Chicken leg and mashed potato, hot and tasty

Buttery mash with tender chicken legs – simple but tasty

Cheese: Amazingly generous chunks of Roquefort, Saint-Nectaire and Brie

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Dessert: Coffee crème – both missable and unphotogenic

Now, that’s more like it! – our waiter, infinitely more photogenic than the dessert

 

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Verne Maree

Born and raised in Durban, South African Verne is a writer and editor. She and Roy met in Durban in 1992, got married four years later, and moved briefly to London in 2000 and then to Singapore a year later. After their 15 or 16 years on that amazing island, Roy retired in May 2016 from a long career in shipping. That's when I started Travels with Verne and Roy (travelswithverneandroy.com). For several summers, we explored the waterways of France on our beautiful new Piper Boats barge, Karanja. The rest of the year was shared between Singapore, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand and other wonderful places. After covid restrictions locked us down with family in Perth, Western Australia, we sold our Karanja. That was a bit of a wrench, but it did free us up for different adventures - road trips, ocean cruises and more all over the world. Now based in the lovely new home that we built here in Burns Beach, WA, we continue to address the joint bucket list while also revisiting our favourite destinations. Do come along for the ride!

  1. paul barfield

    Excellent food. The secret of French food compared with English food is that the demand for quality starts at the bottom with the blue collar brigade and not at the top. Trickle down (treacle down?) only works to a certain depth. Food education should start at school, alongside music and art. Vive l’education!

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