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Published 2012
The first time I tasted saupiquet was in a little restaurant in the hills near Saint-Chinian. A winding track took us to a tiny hamlet, beneath which a perilously steep car park had been hacked out of the hillside. That winter’s day it was ankle deep in mud, which was causing a lot of trouble to drivers and people in smart shoes, but local couples and families were picking their way eagerly up to the pink house where dinner was waiting.
The restaurant specializes in game and