Saint Sépulcre — Restaurant in Strasbourg

Oh boy, that was quite an experience. But even though my meal as well as my guests' were awesome, I gotta say that their Tarte aux myrtilles (Aka blueberry pie) is from another world.

Before I get started on it, you gotta know that, for everyone who, just like me, grew up in this region, the Tarte aux myrtilles is a monument of the local cuisine. It may not be featured in fancy restaurants but we all had a Mamama - a grandma - who cooked us that alsacien wonder. Usually on a Sunday afternoon.

In my case it was my best friend's grandma who always cooked a Tarte aux myrtilles when she knew I was coming over.

We're not talking about this vulgar, not tasty, fat blueberries we find in stores these days. We're talking about the real deal. The wild blueberries that can only be found up in the hills and mountains and that people go harvest with a blueberry comb early in the summer. These tiny, very dark, super tasty marvels are the secret to a Tarte aux myrtilles you won't forget.

The saint sépulcre takes it a step (many steps) beyond with a recipe that confines to pure culinary genius. They took this monument of home cooking and turned it into an experience you can't forget.

Under a layer of wild blueberries, they put a well balanced mixture of what seems to be almond and chestnut frangipane, just enough to support the taste of wild blueberries and not too much that would make it difficult to digest. And finally they cover the wild blueberries with cane sugar - because these ladies can be a little sour you know - for a perfect balance in taste.

Oh My f*ing God was that incredible. Pardon my French 🤓

Was it perfect ? Perfection doesn't exist but we're very close to it here. Maybe some more blueberries?

Was it exceptional? Hell yeah!!!!!

I was just like the old Anton Ego when he eats the ratatouille made by the rat in the eponymous Disney movie Ratatouille. Kicked right back into childhood with a sense that today's even better than yesterday was.

Merci Chef et à très bientôt....

The restaurant is located very centrally near the Cathedral and other famous places, one might think this is just another tourist trap. But the atmosphere and the food seemed and tasted very authentic.

We actually enjoyed our food. The Spätzle with Chicken was well–seasoned and creamy without being too heavy. The little one liked it very much. The Schweinehaxe was juicy and the Beef Fillet was good.

One Staff who gave us our bill was friendly and nice. I wished she was the one who served us. The other one who took our orders and served our meal was cordial, but stiff. Funny to observe that he was not like that with the other customers.

WE were seated in the basement, the first ones there. Our orders were taken and after while the basement was full with two other tables. Their orders were taken from the same guy. It was kind of irritating though that they received their meals first ahead of us considering that we ordered first. I thought, maybe ours took a while to cook, but then, they ordered almost the same dishes (they don‘t have extensive options to offer since they offer Specialties). Add to that a hungry preschooler and you will almost lose your patience. I wish all customers will be treated fairly. Also, I ordered my beef fillet to be well-done. See photos and decide if it was well-done. I love medium-rare beef, but I specifically wanted other than that...

Before coming to France, I knew that waiters don't like to be greeted, and are usually unenthusiastic and slow. So when ordering food and asking for service, I never raise my hands above my chest, and I look the waiter in the eye without making any sound. When paying the bill, a waitress in black said angrily, "Next time you come to the restaurant, please be polite to me, I'm not your slave." I don't know why she was hysterical, or if it was my last gesture of writing the bill that provoked her. I think she can only be her own slave, tourists should respect waiters, and waiters should also respect tourists. She should open her eyes to see the world and be glad that she was not born in difficult area. In addition, there was no appetizer bread until the bill was paid, and the free drinking water would be taken away during the meal and would not be returned.

Today is August 29th, and I'm refuting the merchant's response. Please read my comment carefully. I described the act of signing the bill. The merchant responded by snapping their fingers or other inappropriate gestures. Who is imagining and fabricating these rumors? I refuse to delete my comment. I was treated rudely...