The first weekend that we met him he was cooking delicious Tartes Flambées and packing the crowds in with the yummy Alsatian dish. I wrote all about it on these very pages in one of the most visited postings of them all.
The next time that Mrs The Millbrooker and I were en vacances, Jean-Luc was making choucroute. We had some of that, too. And a couple of our host's lunchtime specials. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.
During our most recent sojourn in Trébrivan, our man was putting on a Barbecue Géant. I'm sure even the completely non-French speakers can work that one out.
Needless to say, we holidaymakers decided to spend the day in and around Trébrivan so that we could partake of the fare on offer.
Naturally enough, it all began with a beer. Dong and The High Lord of Southwick got there first. They're just about visible seated in the centre as Jean-Luc and his lovely partner get ready to cook and pour for the assembled masses of the Trébrivanais.
Soon enough Shazzerooneypoos and I settled into place for a lunchtime feast, quickly joined by Mrs The Millbrooker after she'd done camera duties.
The fare on offer, it goes without saying, was plentiful and yummy. After some inter-lingual horseplay around checking the size of Jean-Luc's sausage, Dong settled for a large one avec frites.
Shazzerooneypoos, The High Lord and I all went for the brochette d'agneau (that's lamb kebab to you), all with the obligatory frites of course. The brochette was juicily delicious. Bravo, Jean-Luc!
Mrs The MIllbrooker went for poulet avec frites (good ol' chicken 'n' chips), but the photo of her chomping it is too unflattering even for these pages, so here's the man himself slaving over hot coals to provide a myriad people with a damned fine lunch. He's directly outside our front door, too. How very convenient.
We took a break from drinking and eating for a while, awaiting the arrival of the evening's live music entertainment. But les Trébrivanais kept traipsing into and out of the giant barbecue arena for beers and snacks.
The evening chill got the better of us, though, as the band struck up their tunes and we repaired instead to the warmer environs of Bar L'Alsa-Breizh itself where former proprietor Steve was doing a passable imitation of bar tending whilst keeping a weather eye on England's not-entirely-successful first football world cup match, ably assisted by his offspring Megan.
The excitement obviously got too much for Megan eventually so she chose a suitable perch, improving her dad's enjoyment and view of the game immeasurably, I'm sure.
The band, meanwhile was playing on outside the Chapelle Ste Anne...
...they were (are) called Ginguéné - no, I have no idea what it means, but it might be a Breton surname; Wikipedia lists an author called Pierre-Louis Ginguené (27 April 1748 – 11 November 1815).
The High Lord of Southwick watched the set from the doorway of L'Alsa-Breizh...
... until we called it a night and headed the few metres home whereupon Trébrivan offered up one of its marvellous sunsets to end the day's entertainments.
There always seems to be something going on in what is, when all's said and done, a small agricultural village in central Brittany. And quite a bit of that is due to the efforts of Jean-Luc. If you ever find yourself on the Finistere/Cotes d'Armor borders near to Carhaix-Plouguer of a weekend, do check out what's happening.
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