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guts and<br />
Lyon has an appetite for ine dining, with 20 Michelin stars to its<br />
name. Its heart, though, belongs to its bouchons, which are<br />
altogether earthier affairs. Elizabeth Winding samples the city's<br />
centuries-old tradition of no-nonsense, nose-to-tail eating<br />
or the bouchons of Lyon, eating the whole animal is<br />
nothing new. Salade de museau (beef muzzle<br />
salad) has been on the menu for over two<br />
centuries, as has oxtail, gently braised with tomatoes<br />
and shallots. They’re the kind of dishes around which<br />
every self-respecting bouchon’s menu revolves: solid,<br />
honest and immune to the vagaries of passing foodie fads.<br />
The bouchons started up in the 18th century, when they<br />
catered to hungry travellers waiting for their horses to be<br />
rubbed down (bouchonné) in the stables. Often presided<br />
over by women, who became known as les mères lyonaisses,<br />
they were cramped and convivial places, serving up unfussy<br />
but often excellent home-cooking; in 1933, Eugénie Brazier<br />
of La Mère Brazier became the first woman to be awarded<br />
three Michelin stars.<br />
These days, bar a few honourable exceptions, it’s mostly<br />
men in the kitchen – though little else seems to have changed<br />
over the years. Communal tables, red-and-white checked<br />
tablecloths and minimal elbow-room are de rigueur, as is a<br />
comfortable clutter of copper pans and dubious bric-a-brac.<br />
Menus revolve around offal, just as they’ve always done,<br />
from tête de veau (calf’s head) to tablier du sapeur (literally<br />
“fireman’s apron”), a workmanlike slab of fried, breaded<br />
tripe. Quenelles are another local speciality: a triumph of<br />
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culinary ingenuity, whereby almost inedibly bony pike are<br />
transformed into ethereal, mousse-like dumplings, served<br />
with rich, crayfish-infused sauce.<br />
Lunch in such establishments proceeds along timehonoured<br />
lines. The proprietor chides the regulars, delivers<br />
heaped plates of charcuterie and dispenses squat pots<br />
lyonnais of wine, while regulars keep up a hum of conversation<br />
and purposeful clatter of cutlery. They’re not shy about<br />
dispensing advice to out-of-towners, either, from the merits<br />
of various digestifs to vociferous recommendations of other<br />
vrai bouchons: we leave one lunch with a 12-strong list,<br />
scrawled on a torn-off strip of paper tablecloth.<br />
Locals who eat at the bouchons generally harbour fiercely<br />
partisan preferences, although there is some consensus. Most<br />
would concur that Comptoir Abel has the lightest quenelles<br />
in town, while over at Daniel et Denise, Joseph Viola’s awardwinning<br />
pâté en croûte is considered beyond reproach.<br />
There’s broad agreement, too, on the fact that a lot of the<br />
tourist traps that call themselves bouchons are nothing of<br />
the sort – an increasing problem, as tourist numbers rise.<br />
Although a new scheme to identify and label ‘authentic’<br />
bouchons is afoot, not everyone’s keen on signing up.<br />
“We know we’re a bouchon Lyonnais,” says one indignant<br />
owner. “And we don’t need to pay a committee to tell us so.”<br />
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