Bistro Soleil Restaurant, Jersey United Kingdom
Overlooking the beach at Beaumont, the magnificent panorama of St. Aubin’s Bay, Jersey and the medieval fort, Bistro Soleil manages to mix atmosphere, food and drink perfectly... The Bistro Soleil Restaurant's spacious terrace is the perfect place to while away a leisurely lunch and let the sea breeze blow your cares away... Here enjoying seafood with Muscadet with our Chinon supplier. Décor is bright, airy and perfect for a Restaurant which is drenched in sunshine. The Good Food Guide recommendation singled out their particularly good wine list and manager Chris Power and his team are knowledgeable and always ready to make suggestions. During the Summer months there is the option of al fresco dining but the views from inside the Restaurant make it well worth a visit at any time of year.
Overlooking the beach at Beaumont, the magnificent panorama of St. Aubin’s Bay, Jersey and the medieval fort, Bistro Soleil manages to mix atmosphere, food and drink perfectly... The Bistro Soleil Restaurant's spacious terrace is the perfect place to while away a leisurely lunch and let the sea breeze blow your cares away... Here enjoying seafood with Muscadet with our Chinon supplier. Décor is bright, airy and perfect for a Restaurant which is drenched in sunshine. The Good Food Guide recommendation singled out their particularly good wine list and manager Chris Power and his team are knowledgeable and always ready to make suggestions. During the Summer months there is the option of al fresco dining but the views from inside the Restaurant make it well worth a visit at any time of year.
January 1986 Campaign: A Visit to Bistro Soleil
By Henry G Littleales, Col. Ret.
This month troops went on intrepid journey into unknown hinterlands of St. Aubin.
Arena - Bistro Soleil. In my day a Bistro meant Paris, discretion, gingham table cloths, and Chianti bottles with candles stuffed in 'em. Now it's bargain night at lighting emporium, striped pine, and hootchy koochy music loud enough to count as sonic weaponry. Personally think it's a Bolshevik plot.
Seventeen chaps mustered in Bistro Soleil bar - I've had more room in latrines on Indian troop trains. Men reviewed menus and made plans of attack only to find more menu on new fangled back-lit wall displays. Made note that enemy very cunning - strategy obviously to confuse.
As front line cramped. troops advanced to open ground of dining room: Here enemy craftily split men between ‘two tables ,- refectory type with bench seating around, for those fellows like yours truly with more mature figure this meant instant immobilisation. Enemy proving more devious by the minute.
Although menu interesting, reports to H.Q. were that quality varied. .
Starters: Fried Brie good, pate not; escargot too garlicky; smoked trout 0.K.; hors d’oeuvres good but too large.
Main: Steak good; fish good; veal cordon bleu texture of old chamois leather; seafood brochettes had more onions and peppers than seafood.
Puds: Most noticeable - trifle. Big enough to have scuppered the Grafspay.
Coffee: Not enough.
Service: Brisk. infrequent and administered by young flibberti-gibbettes in tight tee shirts — not good for a chap's blood pressure.
Wine: Fair but pricey.
However, victory once more to Mensa. We ate their food without visible after effects, drank their wine without choking on the cost, and demanded more coffee.
Enemy’s defences collapsed because they tried to engage in too many sorties at once and did not notice our devious raising of noise level, nor our capture of open space at end when several members held ground on dining room floor for further conversation and exchange of pleasantries while enemy had to wait to close.
Our thanks to the Colonel for stepping, once again, into the breach during the absence of Yvonne Ronez.
By Henry G Littleales, Col. Ret.
This month troops went on intrepid journey into unknown hinterlands of St. Aubin.
Arena - Bistro Soleil. In my day a Bistro meant Paris, discretion, gingham table cloths, and Chianti bottles with candles stuffed in 'em. Now it's bargain night at lighting emporium, striped pine, and hootchy koochy music loud enough to count as sonic weaponry. Personally think it's a Bolshevik plot.
Seventeen chaps mustered in Bistro Soleil bar - I've had more room in latrines on Indian troop trains. Men reviewed menus and made plans of attack only to find more menu on new fangled back-lit wall displays. Made note that enemy very cunning - strategy obviously to confuse.
As front line cramped. troops advanced to open ground of dining room: Here enemy craftily split men between ‘two tables ,- refectory type with bench seating around, for those fellows like yours truly with more mature figure this meant instant immobilisation. Enemy proving more devious by the minute.
Although menu interesting, reports to H.Q. were that quality varied. .
Starters: Fried Brie good, pate not; escargot too garlicky; smoked trout 0.K.; hors d’oeuvres good but too large.
Main: Steak good; fish good; veal cordon bleu texture of old chamois leather; seafood brochettes had more onions and peppers than seafood.
Puds: Most noticeable - trifle. Big enough to have scuppered the Grafspay.
Coffee: Not enough.
Service: Brisk. infrequent and administered by young flibberti-gibbettes in tight tee shirts — not good for a chap's blood pressure.
Wine: Fair but pricey.
However, victory once more to Mensa. We ate their food without visible after effects, drank their wine without choking on the cost, and demanded more coffee.
Enemy’s defences collapsed because they tried to engage in too many sorties at once and did not notice our devious raising of noise level, nor our capture of open space at end when several members held ground on dining room floor for further conversation and exchange of pleasantries while enemy had to wait to close.
Our thanks to the Colonel for stepping, once again, into the breach during the absence of Yvonne Ronez.
A Personal Note from Tony
I used to love the Bistro Soleil, and having tried several other venues, settled as the one of choice for Valentine's day with Annie. It was always good food, and the small intimate surroundings were perfect for the occasion. There would often be a set menu with a "sharing platter" as starter, most suitable for Valentine's day.
The last time I went there was February 2009, the year of her death, and the last time, although I did not know it then, that we would visit. Soon after, it closed and became re-opened as Mark Jordan on the Beach, but I've never been tempted to return. The menus look quite different anyway, and I would not like to spoil those bittersweet memories of our last time together there. The bistro is gone, but the memory of our very special nights there remains.
04/08/2023
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