Unbelievable Lentils! Logis La Lentillère's Secret Alençon Delight
Unbelievable Lentils! Logis La Lentillère's Secret Alençon Delight
Unbelievable Lentils! Logis La Lentillère’s Secret Alençon Delight: A Review That’s Honestly, All Over the Place
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just survived… experienced… Logis La Lentillère. And “unbelievable lentils” isn't just a catchy title. It's practically a life lesson now. Let's unpack this Alençon adventure, shall we? Warning: I might go off on tangents. Just roll with it.
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The Arrival: Accessibility and First Impressions (Messy Entry)
Right, so getting there. Airport transfer was, thank the heavens, smooth. Someone with a name like "Jean-Pierre" (because, France!) was waiting, and the journey was comfy. Now, car park [free of charge] is always a win. And let me tell you, when you arrive after a long flight, and you’re a bit… rumpled (okay, exhausted), that doorman is a godsend. He swooped in like a superhero! The elevator was a lifesaver too. Because, you know, stairs after a flight are the devil's playground.
Now, I always worry about wheelchair accessibility. Sadly, I don't need it, but I judge a place heavily on it. And La Lentillère? Pretty good! The ramps were decent, the pathways wide enough… I even saw a lift to the spa. Bravo! Facilities for disabled guests were clearly considered. This is a HUGE plus in my book.
Check-in/out [express] - they offered it. I, however, wanted a proper welcome, so I opted for a more relaxed check-in/out [private]. They had the hand sanitizer ready – always a comfort these days, of course. And a quick glance around revealed decent CCTV in common areas, and security [24-hour]. Made me feel… well, slightly less paranoid.
The Room: Air, Space, and My First Cry (of Joy)
My room? Oh, my goodness. I booked a non-smoking room, obviously. Clean. Really clean. Pristine even! The air conditioning blasted icy goodness, which, after the journey, was divine. The blackout curtains were a game changer. I mean, actual sleep? Bliss.
Seriously, folks, the bed… extra long bed heaven! Pillows stacked like fluffy mountains. A real grown-up desk for when you have to pretend to be all email-and-business during your vacation (ha!). Internet access – wireless (and FREE!) and Internet access – LAN. They've got all bases covered on the Internet front. Complimentary tea and coffee/tea maker. The little things, eh?
The bathroom – immaculate. Bathtub, separate shower/bathtub? Winning. The little toiletries smelled amazing, and the slippers felt like clouds on my feet! Bathrobes were fluffy. And the mirror was big enough to make me question all my life choices. (Kidding! Kinda…) the hair dryer was decent, which is more than I can say for some. The window that opens, well, that’s just essential for me.
Okay, here's where I started to tear up. Not in a sad way. More like "holy crap, I'm actually relaxing way." The soundproofing in the rooms was… miraculous. My soul was soothed.
Dining, Drinking, and the Legend of the Lentils (Oh, the FOOD!)
Right, the reason you're really here: the food. Oh, the food.
Let's start with Breakfast [buffet]. Okay, it was a bit of a scrum, as buffets tend to be. But the quality! Amazing Asian breakfast. The pastries were lethal, and the coffee… oh, the coffee. The breakfast takeaway service was handy for days when I was dragging myself out of bed late. The Western breakfast was also on offer, but I'm a buffet girl, so it was all about the quantity and variety.
The restaurants deserve a serious shout-out. They have a la carte in restaurant, buffet in restaurant, which made planning meals easy and, I believe, satisfied my cravings. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was pretty darn good, which surprised me. International cuisine in restaurant gave me some solid comfort food when I needed it. The vegetarian restaurant was a great way to feel healthier while also feeling thoroughly spoiled. The poolside bar was where I began my descent into full vacation mode. The drinks were strong, the sun was warm… pure joy. Coffee shop? Daily visits. Absolutely. They also have a bar, which really needed to be visited. Happy hour was a must. And the salad in restaurant and soup in restaurant are just so important, I've had them mentioned here.
Now… the Unbelievable Lentils! The legend! The reason I’m writing this review! I ordered a dish containing the lentils. They were perfectly cooked, seasoned, seasoned, and just… wow. I’m not a food critic, but these lentils? They were unbelievable. They put a smile on my face the size of France. Someone in the kitchen deserves a medal (or at least a raise).
More Food Rambles
The bottle of water was a nice touch, but it didn't stack up to the amazing lentils. Snack bar? Convenient. Desserts in restaurant – oh, don’t even get me started. I may have eaten my body weight in tarte tatin. (Worth it!) Room service [24-hour] was, and is, a lifesaver. They bring food to you in your room! I, like many of us, am lazy!
The Relaxation Station: Spa, Sauna, and My Near-Death Experience (From Bliss)
Okay, let's talk spa and sauna. They're great. The swimming pool [outdoor] was gorgeous – perfect for a morning dip. They also have a pool with view, which is, well, gorgeous. The fitness center was a good size, and the equipment looked modern. The gym/fitness was a good way to work off the calories from those croissants.
I indulged in a body scrub. My skin felt like silk afterward. The body wrap? Forget about it. Pure, unadulterated relaxation. I nearly… nearly… fell asleep in the steamroom. Steamroom, Spa/sauna… I was in heaven. They also had a foot bath! Really, how many good things can one body take?
Cleanliness and Safety: Now, the Pandemic Stuff
The hotel was clean (Seriously, spotless). Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food options, rooms sanitized between stays, safe dining setup. They took the pandemic seriously, which I appreciated.
The staff were trained in safety protocol. They also had hand sanitizer placed strategically everywhere. The physical distancing of at least 1 meter was well-enforced. They also have sanitized kitchen and tableware items. They even provided sterilizing equipment and the staff wore masks!
They also had cashless payment service, so you don't have to handle physical money. And I liked that they had a first aid kit and a doctor/nurse on call. This may be useful!
Services and Conveniences: The Nitty-Gritty
The concierge was helpful. Daily housekeeping was unobtrusive but efficient. Laundry service was available. The luggage storage was extremely useful! Facilities for disabled guests were good, to point the obvious. Air conditioning in public area was a godsend in the heat. And, importantly, the elevator worked.
Services I Didn't Need, But That Sound Cool:
- Babysitting service (Useful for families!)
- Meeting/banquet facilities, seminars, meetings (Good for business travelers)
- Gift/souvenir shop (For buying that "I survived France" t-shirt)
- Invoice provided (Important for business travelers)
- Car power charging station (For the eco-conscious)
Stuff I Didn't Use, But Noticed
- Audio-visual equipment for special events and outdoor venue for special events.
- Food delivery
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this ain't gonna be your perfectly polished, Pinterest-worthy itinerary. This is, like, real travel, with all the glorious, messy, and slightly chaotic bits. We're aiming for Logis La Lentillere and Restaurant Cote Parc in Alencon, France. Here we go…
The Alencon Avalanche: A Messy, Mostly Delicious Itinerary
Premise: I'm aiming for a long weekend, let's say Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning. The goal? Delicious food, charming towns, and minimal French-speaking-induced panic (fingers crossed). Budget: Let's pretend I have a medium-sized purse filled with euros, not a trust fund.
Thursday: Bonjour, Buttered Croissant (and Potential Disaster!)
- 14:00 - 15:00 : Arrive at the nearest airport (probably Deauville or Rennes - Ugh, research, so tedious… Okay, fine, I'll check flight prices). The goal: Get on a rental car that’s hopefully not a lemon. Every time I rent a car, I have an internal battle over the insurance – do I need it? Probably. Will I pay for it? Probably.
- 15:00 - 17:00: The scenic drive to Alencon. "Scenic" meaning hopefully not entirely dependent on relying on the sat nav lady’s slightly robotic instructions – I'm directionally challenged. I'll pack snacks. LOTS of snacks. Pretzels, maybe some emergency chocolate in case the scenic drive is actually… a nightmare.
- 17:00 - 18:00: Arrive at Logis La Lentillere. Pray to the travel gods the check-in is smooth. And that the room isn't on the fifth floor with no elevator. My suitcase weighs what feels like a small village. First impressions are everything. I'm hoping for "charming," not "creepy roadside motel."
- 18:00 - 19:00: Unpack! (Or, more accurately, throw everything onto the bed and then decide to wear the same jeans for three days straight because effort). Quick freshen up. The most important question: Does the bathroom have decent water pressure? Vital for a happy traveler.
- 19:00 - 21:00: Dinner at Restaurant Cote Parc. Ah, the holy grail! I've got this romantic vision of a perfect French meal: crusty bread, the best butter ever created, a glass of something red and reasonably priced, and a main course that doesn't require a degree in food science. This is where the pressure is on. I'm already day-dreaming about the dishes. The menu better have steak-frites. And maybe a crème brûlée. And I will try to say "merci" with a convincing French accent, even if I butcher the pronunciation. (Godspeed, my taste buds.) Rambling thoughts during dinner: This is it. The moment where I decide whether the trip is going to be an epic win or a spectacular fail. What if I don't like the food? (Okay, that's a ridiculous thought.) What if I spill wine down my front? What if I can't understand the server and end up ordering something involving snails? Deep breaths. Just embrace the chaos.
Friday: Alencon's Allure (and a Potential Meltdown)
- 08:00 - 09:00: Breakfast at the hotel. The quality of the continental breakfast will be judged with extreme prejudice. Croissants better be on point. Coffee must be strong. If they have pain au chocolat… well, let's just say it could make or break my day.
- 09:00 - 12:00: Exploring Alencon. A walk through the historic center. Maybe pop into a church or two. I'm not religious, but old buildings are beautiful. And hopefully, the church windows won't be locked (that happened once in Rome, and I swear I almost cried from frustration). Possibly visit the lace museum. Or maybe not. Lace is… very intricate. And probably makes me feel like I'd want to take a nap.
- 12:00 - 13:00: Lunch at a local cafe. I hope they have onion soup. Or a panini. Or anything that isn’t too complicated to order. I’ll have to attempt to say “un verre de vin rouge, s'il vous plaît” without sounding like a complete idiot.
- 13:00 - 16:00: Wander, wander, wander. Get lost (on purpose). Discover hidden squares, quirky shops, and things you’d never find on a pre-determined tour. Maybe take some photos. Or maybe get distracted by a cute dog and completely forget about the photos.
- 16:00 - 18:00: Afternoon tea/coffee/something caffeinated. Because by this point, I'll probably need a caffeine injection. And a sit-down. My feet are already screaming.
- 18:00 - 19:00: Dinner at Restaurant Cote Parc (again? Maybe. If Thursday was a success). Or maybe I’ll be adventurous and try a different restaurant. It depends on how courageous I'm feeling. The pressure is still on! Emotional Reaction: I just re-read my plan for Friday and I’m almost overwhelmed. So much walking. So much potential awkwardness. I hope the weather is nice. Please, travel gods, give me sunshine! And perhaps a kindly local who speaks English and can point me in the direction of a good bakery.
Saturday: Day Trip? Or Just Stay and Eat? (The Great Dilemma)
- 08:00 - 09:00: Breakfast. Repeat all previous requirements for croissant-perfection, coffee-strength, etc.
- 09:00 - 10:00: The Great Decision: Day Trip? Maybe to somewhere close by – like, really close. Chartres cathedral? Mont Saint-Michel? Or maybe stay in Alencon and just relax. Opinionated thought: I'm leaning towards staying and eating. Traveling is exhausting. And honestly, I came for the food. Also, I feel more comfortable in the "no further away than the next street around the block" category.
- 10:00 - 12:00 (If day trip): The drive! (More snacks required.) Find a parking spot that ISN'T a complete rip off. Attempt to navigate by car, but maybe get lost, again (probably).
- 10:00 - 12:00 (If Staying): A leisurely morning. Read a book. Take a nap. Wander the market. Practice saying “Bonjour, madame/monsieur.” With more confidence. Maybe buy some cheese.
- 12:00 - 13:00: Lunch! At a place I probably haven’t googled, based on the local’s recommendations only. I'm relying on gut instinct here. Pray it's a good one.
- 13:00 - 17:00: More exploring (if day trip). More relaxing (if not).
- 17:00 - 19:00: Dinner at Restaurant Cote Parc, I’m almost certain. I’ll just declare it officially my "Favorite Restaurant.” If I’m completely honest, I’ll probably be planning my future meals in my head. (The crème brûlée must be a repeat.) Rambling thoughts during Saturday’s dinner: I can't believe it's almost over. I'm already starting to miss this place. What if I don’t want to leave? What if I move to Alencon and become a connoisseur of butter? What if the crème brûlée is even better tonight? (Please, God. Please.) I should probably buy more butter before I leave.
Sunday: Au Revoir, Alencon (And A Final, Desperate Plea for Croissants)
- 08:00 - 09:00: One. Last. Breakfast. Seriously. The single most important meal of the entire trip. I will spend an extra ten minutes inspecting that croissant. It has to be perfect.
- 09:00 - 10:00: Check out. Hopefully without any hidden fees or unexpected surprises. I shall smile sweetly at the hotel staff, even if they don’t understand my broken French.
- 10:00 - 12:00: The drive back to the airport. Reflect on the
Unbelievable Lentils! Logis La Lentillère's Secret Alençon Delight: FAQs (and My Ramblings!)
What *are* these "Unbelievable Lentils" everyone's raving about, anyway? Sounds suspiciously like marketing fluff…
Okay, okay, I get it. "Unbelievable Lentils" does sound… well, a bit much. But seriously, at Logis La Lentillère in Alençon, they serve these little green gems that are, and I'm not exaggerating, a *culinary experience*. Picture this: perfectly tender lentils, bursting with flavor, with this… *je ne sais quoi* that makes you want to lick the plate clean. I’ve tried to recreate them at home, I swear. Failure after failure. My partner? Fed up. "Just go to the restaurant again!" he yelled last time. He knows my obsession. So, yes, a little fluff, maybe, but the fluff is earned.
Where is this Logis La Lentillère you speak of? Is it even real?
Oh, it’s DEFINITELY real. It's in the charming, slightly-out-of-the-way French town of Alençon. Look it up! It’s like, smack-dab in Normandy. If you blink, you might miss it. I nearly did the first time, convinced I was lost and destined to wander the French countryside forever, fueled only by questionable gas station croissants (don't get me started...). The restaurant itself is… well, let's say it's not exactly minimalist chic. It's got a certain… *je ne sais quoi* of its own. Like, maybe a little Grandma's-house-meets-a-small-town-bistro vibe? But that's part of the charm, I think.
What’s the *secret*? Is it the chef’s pet unicorn tears?
If only! Look, I’ve tried prying it out of the chef. I offered to wash dishes for a year! I even, and this is embarrassing, pretended to be a food critic. The closest I got was a wink and a muttered something about a "miracle of the terroir" and "grandmother's secret." God, I’d KILL for that grandmother's recipe. It’s gotta be the brine, the herbs, the… the LOVE! Okay, maybe not love. But something VERY special. My guess? It's the locally sourced, perfectly ripe, probably ridiculously good herbs. Or maybe it *is* unicorn tears. I wouldn't rule anything out anymore.
Okay, so *how* are they served? Is it just, like, a bowl of lentils?
It's more than "just a bowl of lentils," you Philistine! They're usually served as a side, or as a base for a few thoughtfully selected accompaniments. One time, and this is etched in my memory, I devoured them *with* this perfectly seared piece of local sausage (AND a smear of *something* on the plate that I still dream about). Or sometimes, they are there as a lovely bed for fish or a perfectly roasted chicken. The presentation is simple, rustic, and utterly perfect. It’s all about the *experience*! Though, truth be told… I'd eat them straight from the pot. Just, like, a giant bowl of pure lentil goodness.
Are they actually worth the hype? Seriously?
ARE THEY WORTH THE HYPE?! YES! A thousand times YES! Look, I’ve eaten a LOT of lentils in my time. From the watery, bland mush of cafeteria fare to the overly-salted, under-seasoned attempts at home. These… these are different. They're transcendent. I would walk barefoot across hot coals to get to them. Honestly, I would consider selling my kidney. Okay, maybe not. But I might… consider it… very briefly. The only downside? The crushing disappointment of not being able to replicate them, the gnawing feeling I'll never be completely happy until I return. It’s a problem. A truly delicious, lentil-shaped problem.
I'm planning a trip to Alençon. Any tips?
First: Book a table at Logis La Lentillère *now*. Seriously, don't wait. Second: Don't expect anything fancy… except the lentils. Third: Embrace the slower pace of life. Alençon is charming (in a sleepy kind of way). Wander around, admire the architecture, and try to find *anything* that even vaguely resembles the amazing lentils. You won’t, of course. You’ll fail utterly. But you’ll have attempted. Fourth: Go back to the restaurant. Again. And again. And, if you're lucky, maybe, just maybe, you'll get a glimpse of the magic. And if you figure out the secret, TELL ME.
Fine. I'm going. What else should I know? Like, about me? My mental state? My LIFE?
Okay, deep breaths. You're going to Alençon for *lentils*. This is your pilgrimage. Pack comfortable shoes. Take a phrasebook. Be prepared to fall head-over-heels. And, most importantly, prepare yourself for the inevitable letdown when you return home and try to cook them yourself. It's a dark day. A very dark day. But, remember, it’s about the *experience*. The quest. The tiny, delicious, green victory in the face of culinary defeat. And maybe, just maybe… you’ll find yourself, like me, planning your next trip back before the first bite is even finished.
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