We were going to be stuck in Tain Hermitage in the northern Rhône, on a Sunday night. EEEK! Like a ghost town. But luckily, in the afternoon, at a Savoie tasting, we saw Franck Balthazar who came to the rescue. “Auberge,” he said, “In Saint Peray.” He made us a reservation.
As we hadn’t eaten all day, it was a very welcome largesse. The food was mostl…