Colette would eat at Spring 365 days a year if she could; I need breaks from the brilliance. Today, he promised very simple food - sure! Maybe simple in his book, but not in mine. We had called last week to request the front table facing the ever-changing soon-to-be-pedestrian street, hoping Sean Penn (see last meal)
might be back at work, but all that was going on was the instillation of a newer, more powerful, electrical supply. In any case avante.
Beautiful eh?
-Sea urchins with horseradish
-Giant but melt-in-your-mouth green asparagus with cuttlefish and a duck reduction/egg yolk vinaigrette
-Turbot with morels and blettes and an almost bisquey sauce (pix missing in action)
-Rhubarb with ice cream and broken biscuits and a strawberry sauce
-Grapefruit sorbet with cacao.
Our bill with bottled water (how did I let Colette order that? too busy chatting I'm afraid), a bottle and a half of reasonably-priced wine (Audrey has figured out I'm more Scots than French), much better bread than I recall = 110 E.
Go? For lunch there are still slots and Josh is working on a new system to record reservations, changes, cancellations, etc. electronically, so by the time you come, it might be in place.
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