Plogue à Champlain, whole
(No English translation.)
This is what I got as my main, since they didn't have any more tripe with chorizo. (My third choice would have been rognons à moutarde—kidney in a mustard sauce—but it didn't come to that.)
I can't even begin to describe how decadent and frigging lovely this dish is. Though it doesn't look that big on the plate, it packs a wollop of flavour: a buckwheat pancake, topped with shredded potato, bacon, cheese, foie gras, and covered in maple syrup.
It's like breakfast, dinner, and dessert, all rolled up into one. Heavenly.
I got a glass of Jurançon to go with this, which is normally a dessert wine, but there's no way you can drink normal wine with stuff like this.
My only regret was that I shared with everybody else at the table. I could eat three of these in one sitting.