I think the first time I had duck confit – at least the first time it made an impression on me – was in Portugal a couple of years ago. We were staying in the Douro Valley, looking for a good winery where we could do a tasting on a Sunday afternoon. Somewhat by accident, we ended up at Quinta Nova. Since it was lunchtime, and since we were already spoiled out of our minds with the scenery and the food and the luxury, we were easily talked into a several-course meal with wine pairings on the patio overlooking the river. Gazpacho, swordfish carpaccio…by the time the duck confit arrived I was a little drunk and my mind was fully blown.
