The Bocuse d'Or. Hello Lyon, We've arrived!!

The Bocuse d'Or. Hello Lyon, We've arrived!!

When abroad the most important thing to do is to acclimatise.

Let's start with the arrival at the hotel, and I guess the first point to raise, and perhaps question, is that irrespective of the country, travel agents are completely ambiguous when it comes to distance between two points "only two minutes from the sea!!" What they mean of course is if Lewis Hamilton is driving you in a F1 car! The same can be said for "its only five minutes between the hotels that the travelling Bocuse fans faithful and groups are staying"

After some twenty five minutes from our first drop off point we arrive at the Novetel.  Twenty five Brits, a scattering of franglaise between us, check in! Thank heavens that as a nation we are beautifully lazy and therefore our European neighbours on the whole speak great English.

That is of course when it suits them. For example, 'check in' is English evident and fluent however, when faced with twenty starving "Roasts Beefs" who need food, water and Vin Rouge, the command of English sadly or perhaps conveniently rapidly disappears.

So Vin rouge and luke warm spinach soup is firmly on the menu, which serves it purpose when in need of food and alcohol late at night

After a good night's sleep it's petit dejeuner where the custom seems to be to butter croissants, add jam then dunk in your coffee. Seriously if anyone ever tuts at me the next time I dunk a Custard cream..........

More soon