The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 2928

Poached Eggs a la Villeroi

Œufs Poches a la Villeroi

Poach seven or eight eggs just sufficiently not to have the whites break; when refreshed, pared and well wiped, dip them one by one into a thick Villeroi sauce (No. 560); range as fast as they are done on a small baking sheet, slightly apart, and leave until the sauce hardens, then detach the eggs from the sheet, suppress the superfluous sauce, and roll them first in fresh bread-crumbs mingled with parmesan, then in beaten eggs; lastly plunge the eggs, one at a time, into plenty of hot frying fat to cook to a good color; drain and dress in a circle on a thin bed of chicken quenelle forcemeat (No. 89) poached on a dish to prevent the eggs from slipping off; surround each one with a string of consistent tomato puree (No. 730), mixed with bearnaise sauce (No. 433). Serve at once.

For the Modern Kitchen

Ranhofer assumes you have the rest of The Epicurean at your elbow; the numbered cross-references are the working part of the recipe. Everything here depends on the eggs being cold and firmly jacketed before they meet the fat.

A Little History

Charles Ranhofer ran the kitchen at Delmonico's in New York across two spells, roughly 1862-76 and 1879-96, and The Epicurean (1894) is essentially that restaurant's working system set down in print, which is why every dish points to a numbered sauce or forcemeat elsewhere in the book. The name Villeroi attaches to a family of French sauces and preparations often said to honour the ducs de Villeroy, and by the nineteenth century à la Villeroi had come to mean one specific technique rather than a flavour: coating a cooked item in thick reduced sauce, letting it set cold, then breading and deep-frying it, so the sauce is served as a hot interior rather than a pool on the plate. Sweetbreads, lamb cutlets and chicken wings all got the same treatment. Doing it to a poached egg, so that the crust conceals a soft yolk that spills when cut, is the trick pushed to its most fragile point, and it is exactly the sort of thing a large brigade with cold marble slabs and a standing fryer could turn out to order.