Chicken Chasseur

Chicken Chasseur

Something I haven’t written about yet was our trip to Paris two years ago. After having seen tonnes of American movies it was my understanding that it is the most magnificent and romantic city in the world. Since the French is famous for their food, I thought it won’t be necessary to do any research food-wise, because surely there would be a restaurant on every street corner with a drool-worthy menu. Unfortunately, it is never a good thing to have expectations. Ever.

Credit is given where it is due though. This city has numerous extraordinary sites to visit like the Eiffel tower, Arc de Triomphe, Champs-Élysées and Montmartre to name a few. The residents’ fashion sense is a fresh breath of air from the daily sore sight of Essex girls. The former has proven that you don’t have to let your tits hang out to turn heads.

Unfortunately, a good meal was hard to find. After the 3rd menu I perused, I noticed a pattern forming. The impression I got was that a restaurant cartel was formed in Paris because each and every menu was more or less the same with very little variation. On the second day I made a U-turn as soon as I saw Duck Confit on the menu; it meant the restaurant was part of the Bad Food for Tourists oligopoly. The food we did try was terribly mediocre and extravagantly expensive. Plate after plate of food had a mass production feel to it, no matter how hard I tried to find a proper eatery. On the third day we got a bit luckier by wandering purposely off the beaten track, getting lost in the maze of little streets within this bustling metropolis. For a change the locals were eating in the restaurant and just about no one spoke English, although the waitress was really helpful, unlike the rude, unfriendly-to-tourist waiters we’ve come across. The imaginative menu had flair and the food was excellent. This was French food. Why couldn’t every meal be like this?

From my experience I can only deduce that tourists may suffer from cognitive dissonance when visiting Paris. After all, French food is arguably the best in the world and yet there were dodgy offerings all over the place which we had to pay good money for. Street food didn’t fare much better either. World famous crêpes were stacked up high, ice-cold, waiting for the next traveller (what a sucker) to eat them. We had to walk from stall to stall until we found someone who will make us a fresh, warm batch. But the most grotesque sight I’ve come across in a long time was the melted cheese on toast offerings on the street. You guessed it. Ice cold rubbery, melted cheese on mushy, stodgy toast. Yuck.

Food-wise Paris was a big disappointment. My parents gave big thumbs up at Lyon though, so do try and go there. The only other place I’ve visited so far is Calais whose food was better too.

Back home I slowly paged through some French cookbooks and came across Chicken Chasseur. You don’t need to travel to France to enjoy the best French cuisine has to offer!

Chicken Chasseur
Serves 4
Preparation: 15 mins – Cooking: 45 mins

Chicken Chasseur

  • 1 x 1.6kg (3.5 lbs) chicken
  • 15ml (1 tbsp) oil
  • 60g (4 tbsp) butter
  • 2 shallots, finely chopped
  • 125g (4 oz) mushrooms, sliced
  • 15ml (1 tbsp) plain flour
  • 125ml (4 fl oz) white wine
  • 30ml (2 tbsp) brandy
  • 10ml (2 tsp) tomato purée
  • 210ml (7 fl oz) chicken stock
  • 10ml (2 tsp) tarragon, chopped
  • 5ml (1 tsp) parsley, chopped
  1. Joint the chicken into 8 pieces by removing both legs and cutting between the joint of the drumstick and the thigh. Cut down either side of the backbone and lift it out. Turn the chicken over and cut through the cartilage down the centre of the breastbone. Cut each breast in half, leaving the wing attached to the top half.
  2. Heat the oil in a frying pan or saucepan and add half the butter. When the foaming subsides, add the chicken and sauté in batches on both sides until browned. Lift out onto a plate and keep warm. Pour the excess fat out of the pan.
  3. Melt the remaining butter in the pan, add the shallot and cook gently until softened but not browned. Add the mushrooms and cook covered, over moderate heat for 3 minutes.
  4. Add the flour and cook, stirring constantly, for 1 minute. Stir in the white wine, brandy, tomato purée and stock. Bring to the boil, stirring constantly, then reduce the heat and add the tarragon. Season.
  5. Return the chicken to the pan, cover and simmer for 30 minutes, or until the chicken is tender and cooked through. Sprinkle with parsley and serve.

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  1. Lucy says

    The rules for Paris are the same as they are *anywhere* in the world: Go far from the tourist areas. Don’t eat anywhere that has an english-printed menu. And you’re never going to get decent street food in Paris–because Parisians don’t eat standing up! Except for young people. But their favorite meal is steak frites, so they can’t be trusted. If you’re looking for something a little less expensive, try a neighborhood pub. 10 euro will get you a decent glass of wine and an omelette salade. The food in Paris is amazing…if you look in the right places.

  2. says

    What a pity you had such a bad experience!! I would say though that a little pre-trip research goes a long way in Paris as there are indeed numerous tourist traps waiting to swallow you. We had an outstanding and resoundingly French meal at Aux Lyonnais (Alain Ducasse’s cheap & cheerful bistro) as well as a wonderful meal at Maceo near the Opera (they also had a vegetarian menu that my friend adored). And the best sandwich I’ve ever had came from a small anonymous pattiserie near the Luxembourg Gardens. And don’t even get me started on the fabulous Berthillon ice cream…

    Love chicken chasseur – it’s a classic!

  3. says

    Believe it or not, this reminded me of one similiar dish I had in Paris 5 years and 5 months ago. The trip was unforgettable for me and I look forward to visiting the most romantic city again.

    I do agree that their fashion sense is like a breath of fresh air! And I like the phrase, “The former has proven that you don’t have to let your tits hang out to turn heads.” haha

  4. says

    I’ve always gone to dives in Paris because I knew that trying to go somewhere nice would be a waste of my money without sound recommendations from locals.

    Seems that the easier a place is the find, the worse the food.

    Also – I got your email (and forwarded it on to Giz). Glad to hear that you got the sauce and bracelet!

  5. Ben says

    I agree about Calais, I had an incredibly good beef in red wine at at cafe there when we were on our wine buying excursion (booze cruise avoiding the hypermarket).

  6. Bill says

    Is it not the same wherever you go as a tourist. If you avoid the tourist area and go native, you get better food,service, and prices. I live in France and going where the French go on Mass is a good idea.

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