<!--smart_paging_filter--><small><b>From SAVEUR Issue #158</b></small><br>In my neurotic need not to be late, my partner Steven and I arrived at the Bordeaux train station hours early. We were on our way to nearby Eugénie-les-Bains to splurge on the cooking of the great French chef Michel Guérard. I settled in a seat looking directly at a PAUL bakery kiosk selling our favorite baguettes. "Shall we get one for the train?" Steven asked.
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"We just had breakfast," I said. "It would be insane. At 1:30 we'll be eating lunch. And then comes dinner."
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I watched the sign board. Hours passed. Our train to Mont-de-Marsan arrived. "Quick," I suddenly decided. "Let's get a baguette." I grabbed a salami sandwich. "This too." He gave me that look. I was going to take only one bite of the salami, but damn, it was so good, salty, greasy, spicy. I ate my half, the humble preamble to a day and night of three-star dining that would double as a trip down memory lane. <a href="http://www.saveur.com/article/travels/golden-days-gael-greene">Keep reading »</a></em>
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