According to the Oxford Dictionaries, you only need to know 10 words to understand 25-percent of what native [English] speakers say and write. You need to know 100 words to understand 50-percent of what native speakers say and write, and 1000 words to understand 75-percent of all the words used in common, everyday English. To understand 95-percent of the text used in blogs (even this one) and newspapers, you need a vocabulary of only 3,000 words. Considering the Oxford English Dictionary lists more than 171,000 words in current use (and another 47,000 obsolete words), knowing 3,000 words doesn’t sound very impressive.
Many years ago before my first trip to France, I took an inventory of how many French words I knew, arriving at somewhere near that magical number of 3,000. While knowing that many words in English would make me fairly conversant, knowing 3,000 words in French (from a language boasting of 100,000 words) certainly didn’t endow me with conversational fluency. Not even close! French orthography, the spelling and punctuation of the French language, comes easy for me compared to pronunciation. If you’ve ever seen the episode of Friends in which Joey Tribbiani attempted to speak French, you’ll know of what I speak.
While enjoying the relaxed ambiance and luxuriating in the intoxicating aromas of freshly roasted coffee at Clafoutis French Bakery and Restaurant in Santa Fe, my ears perked up upon hearing a Mexican server and Mexican busboy merrily greeting guests with “Bonjour Madam” or “Bonjour Monsieur” as appropriate. It brought to mind my own failed attempts at speaking French at a sidewalk café in Normandy lo those many years ago. In Spanish I asked the busboy how much French he could actually speak and smiling shyly, he admitted to not knowing more than a handful of words. That, however, was not the case with Samantha, our statuesque server.
Samantha, a Rutgers graduate who majored in theater and guided us through an exquisite meal, is conversant in both French and Italian. She even taught us how to pronounce Clafoutis, prompting Kim to chide me “I told you it wasn’t Claw Footies.” Kim did a much better job at reciprocating all the “merci beaucoups” and “sil vous plaits” than I did. Decades-old memories of speaking French like Aldo the Apache (the Brad Pitt character in Inglorious Basterds) had rendered me more than a bit bashful. Samantha, similar to most (but not all) servers in France, was very patient and kind, grateful that we would make the effort to engage her in French.
Named for a luscious French dessert made by baking fruit in a custard-like batter, Clafoutis could just as easily be named Déjà vu for the “haven’t I been here before” sensation you experience as you take your place in the long queue of guests waiting to for a table. More than any other French restaurant we’ve visited in New Mexico, Clafoutis looks, feels, smells and tastes like the French cafes of my travels to France. That’s not just my experience. Santa Fe’s scintillating four-time James Beard Award-winning author Cheryl Jamison describes Clafoutis as “pretty much like a mini-trip to France and, to me, that pretty much equals a trip to Shangri-La.”
On her 10Best column for USA Today, the wonderful and much-missed Billie Frank, one-half of the fabulous Santa Fe Travelers blog (sadly now defunct) notes that this “bustling boulangerie/patisserie…will take you to Paris.” Or at least Paris meets Santa Fe. Clafoutis was initially located at the northern terminus of Guadalupe Street next door to a Land of Enchantment landmark, a LotaBurger. We arrived shortly before noon and faced the dual challenge of finding a place to park as well as having to stand in line behind a dozen or so equally ravenous diners. Those ravenous diners became rather long-faced when they were finally seated only to find the pastry case nearly empty and learning that the beignets (a Saturday morning special) had run out.
31 May 2024: Much as we loved Clafoutis, we hated the Guadalupe Street parking situation and the crazy queues (which we’ll now have to contend with when we visit Dolina, the fabulous Slovak restaurant named a 2024 semifinalist for the James Beard Foundation’s “Best Chef: Southwest” award). In 2019, Clafoutis relocated to a Cordova Road space with much greater capacity. Clafoutis is fronted by a patio reminiscent of France’s incomparable sidewalk cafes. None of the servers with whom we interacted spoke French, but all spoke Spanish. For me, that’s always a boon–an opportunity to practice my first language. Norma, our Chihuahua-born server with a mesmirizing smile, took great care of us. We had a blast debating the Spanish word for ice cream. She thought it was “nieve,” what New Mexicans call snow. I posited that the correct term was “helado.” It turned out both terms are appropriate.
Because of close proximity seating, you can practically imbibe all the aromas and flavors of dishes being delivered to your neighbors. It exacerbates the challenge of deciding what to order. You’ll likely change your mind several times before deciding, but it’s probably impossible to make a bad choice. Entrees are spelled out in French with English translations immediately thereafter. Descriptions of each item are in English. Your server will recite the specials of the day. For us, preferable seating (weather permitting) is in the patio where views of the boulangerie (bakery) and patisserie (pastries and sweets) will thrill you.
31 May 2024: One of the most prevalent aromas is of coffee. If coffee is your hook-up for getting up in the morning, you’ll find some of the best coffee in the City Different. Regular, decaf, cafe au lait, cappachino, latte, espresso, Americano, cafe mocha and cafe Lagos are available in regular portions or served in a bowl. Yes, a bowl. Typically, the French have their café au lait at home, with breakfast, in a bowl. The first time you see it you’ll probably do a double-take, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. We had so many refills of a regular-sized cafe mocha that we regretted not having ordered it in a bowl.
13 February 2016: If the daily lunch special is the duck salad, shout your order if you have to, just don’t miss out on one of the best salads you’ll have. This entree features a generous number of duck breast medallions seared to a lovely pinkish hue in the middle with a slightly caramelized crust on the outside. With a fatty (but not greasy) richness, moistness and tenderness, the duck may be the star of this stunning dish, but it’s got an excellent supporting cast: juicy and tart grapefruit slices, walnut halves, fresh greens and a light drizzling of Dijonnaise dressing. The Dijonnaise leans much more toward mustardy qualities than it does mayonnaise. That’s a good thing for those of us who appreciate lively flavors.
31 May 2024: In the spirit and tradition of the Charcuterie, Clafoutis offers an L’Assiette (French plate) brimming with cornichons, ham, prosciutto, hard salami, pearl onions, cheese, mixed green salad, butter and brie. It’s nearly everything the French version of Dagwood would want on a sandwich. Indeed, if you are inclined to pile onto the accompanying sliced baguette, you could have several beautiful sandwiches. Alternatively, you could savor each and every morsel of these French “cold cuts” sans pain (bread). For palate cleanser in between meats and cheeses, don’t use the cornichons, delightful little French baby “pickles,” with a zesty, tangy snap. Instead delight in the simplicity of French butter on baguette slices. During our three years in England, we often crossed the English channel just to pick up bread, butter, cheese and wine. Clafoutis reminded us how thoroughly enjoyable those experiences were.
13 February 2016: There are a number of superb options on the sandwich menu. Unlike their American counterparts, most sandwiches in Europe don’t tend to be adorned with so many ingredients piled on that you lose a sense of what it is you’re enjoying. Sandwiches at Clafoutis tend to have no more than a few ingredients, including lettuce and tomatoes. As with the bakery-fresh sandwiches we enjoyed in Europe, butter and not mayo or mustard, is the preferred condiment on several of the sandwiches. The Sandwiche au Prosciutto (prosciutto, butter, tomatoes and lettuce) is an exemplar of why butter is sometimes better than say, mustard. The saltiness of the prosciutto and the tanginess of mustard would cancel one another out. The fresh, creamy butter allows the prosciutto to shine. Sometimes it’s the simple touches that work best. There is only one thing wrong with a prosciutto sandwich. Sometimes it can be a bit chewy and unless you bite it well, you’re apt to extricate the entire slice of prosciutto from your sandwich instead of just one bite’s worth.
31 May 2024: Savory and dessert crepes are outstanding! For us there is no better crepe than one topped or stuffed with Nutella then heaped with a slices of fresh, sweet bananas. That’s how my Kim ordered her nutella crepe at Clafoutis. It took one bite each for both of us to proclaim these among the very best crepes we’ve had on this side of the pond. Thankfully we were given spoons with which enjoy the crepes because stabbing someone with a spoon isn’t as painful and we both wanted the last morsel of that crepe. We should have asked for the source of fruit at Clafoutis. Every morsel of every fruit we experienced was fresh, sweet and magnificent. That may be especially true of the bananas as sweet as we’ve had without them being overly ripe.
31 May 2024: Don’t tell me French toast aren’t French. Yes, I know they were invented by the Romans in 300AD, but it was the French who perfected them…and it’s Clafoutis which has managed to improve on perfection. Clafoutis’ coconut French toast with fresh fruit may be the best French toast I’ve ever had…and I’ve had more French toast than une poignée of French diners. Picture two slices of eggy, charred French bread with a liberal sprinkling of coconut and powdered sugar topped with deep-purple blackberries with strawberries on the side. Pairing sweet French toast with fruit can be risky. If the fruit isn’t fresh and sweet, it inherits an offputting bitterness when paired with syrupy French toast. That wasn’t the case at Clafoutis. The fresh fruit–especially the strawberries and pineapple–were wonderul. The marriage of shredded coconut and syrup is magical.
31 May 2024: The strawberries on the coconut French toast were so reminiscent of the strawberries my mom grew in our family garden in Peñasco that I couldn’t get enough. That meant passing up my treasured chocolate croissants and pastries a plenty. I almost cried with joy when Norma ferried over a custard tart topped with five glorious strawberries sliced in half. The strawberries made me deeply nostalgic for my childhood home and my mom’s strawberry jelly. Again, we were remiss in not finding out where Clafoutis sources its fruits.
Julia Child once said “In France, cooking is a serious art form and a national sport.” Be that the case, Clafoutis is a gold medal winner, an absolutely wonderful piece of French heaven meeting enchantment in New Mexico.
Clafoutis
333 West Cordova Road
Santa Fe, New Mexico
(505) 988-1809
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MOST RECENT VISIT: 31 May 2024
1st VISIT: 13 February 2016
# OF VISITS: 2
RATING: 25
COST: $$$$
BEST BET: Nutella Crepe with Ice Cream and French Jams, Sandwich Prosciutto, Duck Breast Salad, L’Assisette Francaise
The wife and I went to Santa Fe for our anniversary on Friday, and decided to stop at Clafoutis’s new location. Parking is so much better, and the restaurant is so much bigger. The food is still just as good…maybe better?
I had the Croque Madame, and the wife had the Croque Monsieure. She had the carmelized peach crepe, and I had the nutella crepe. Everything was very delicious. The hosts were very warm and welcoming. Just a wonderful experience all around.
We even brought some items from the pastry case home to enjoy later. We had to limit ourselves to 2 items each…it is very tempting to take one of everything!
Julia Chile? Does she go for red or green?
While the most common subjects in most people’s Freudian slips (a mistake in speech or action in which a person supposedly shows his or her true subconscious desires) are sexual in nature, mine have to do with chile. Talk about obsession.
If the Freudian slip excuse doesn’t sound plausible, blame it on my spell-checker which I’ve trained to spit and curse every time it sees the abhorrent spelling “chili.” “Child” my spell-checker reasoned, was probably intended to be “chile.” Makes sense to me.
I’m glad to see you finally made it to Clafoutis. My wife and I love this little bakery/restaurant. I just love hearing the owner call me monsieur! They are always friendly and welcoming. We’ve only eaten there once. I had a quiche lorraine and my wife had a turkey sandwich. Both were delicious.
We have stopped many times on our way to Penasco or whatever northern New Mexico locale calls us. On Saturdays, they make beignets. Holy cow! They are beyond words. Be warned, they go fast, so you best get there early.
Yes, parking can be a bit rough, so good luck.