You absolutely MUST eat in at least one winstub. This should not be a problem, given the sheer preponderance of them in the towns of the region. I think we would have been hard pressed to eat three meals in Strasbourg without at least one of them being in a winstub.
We found ourselves ensconced in the cozy warmth of Chez Yvonneon Sunday night. In business since 1873, the place was touted by our guidebook as a “classic among classics.” Since we were looking for an authentic taste of Alsace, that sounded just about right. Chez Yvonne is located at the end of a cute little side street (if the town seems to consist mainly of tiny side streets, do they cease to be side streets?), and, like many of the establishments we visited in Strasbourg, has a heavy curtain inside the door to keep out the cold.
As we stepped in the door, I said something to Nick about how I hoped they had red-checked tablecloths (that being one of Alec Lobrano’s barometer readings indicating a good restaurant, and this seemed like the sort of place where they would be right at home). They didn’t, but I think the brightly colored, ornately patterned linens were even better. Upon being seated, the smiling waitress brought us a small dish of head cheese cubes. They somehow managed to be both toothsome and tender enough to melt in your mouth. Another hint that we would be dining well that night. We ordered a couple of glasses of crémant d’Alsace (the local sparkling wine) as our apéritif, and toasted the meal to come.
When I saw foie gras crème brûlée on the menu, there was no question as to what I would be ordering for my first course.
It was served with a thick slice of fig and hazelnut bread, which complemented the rich, savory-sweet cream perfectly. Nick went for the herring, which came napped in a delicate cream sauce.
He cleaned his plate and we eagerly anticipated our main courses, accompanied by a bottle of Sylvaner, a dry Alsatian white wine. I couldn’t pass up the choucroute garnie, and my plate arrived piled high with some of the tastiest sauerkraut I’ve ever had, surrounded by half a dozen different pork products. (They take their charcuterie seriously in Alsace.)