So, so, so, I was here at Pirouette a coupla weeks ago and I really liked it and so I took my treasured wife/mistress/partner/companion of, would you believe - 51 years?, even though by now, all the "big boys" had weighed in and I was sure the place would be full, haute-gamme'd and ruined; but, but, but, it was indeed full, haute-gamme'd but in no way ruined, indeed it was even more nuanced than before.
The carte/ardoise is overwhelming; abundance, options, Oy vey, what to do?
Madame, the French teacher/scholar from St Malo had the chestnut soup with mushrooms but it, like all the dishes to follow, cannot be described so simply, it was a melange of ingredients, textures and flavors; as was my new author friend's dish of tiny slices of artichoke, goat cheese and gnocchis; and my foie gras (sorry California) with a port gelee and fig compote and fig slices was about as good as it gets.
For mains, Madame and I had the veal 3 or maybe 4 ways - thymis, kidneys, tongues and perhaps, real muscle, terrific; M. had the mulet which apparently, despite living in France and being married to a French woman for a lotta decades, he's never had, with confited veggies was pretty darn good; and Colette had the langoustines, which, surprisingly, were not the usual 5 in a row from the plancha, with a "ah hem" "salad" but a creative melange. Man oh man!
Alors, for dessert, we shared a chocolate "tart" - whoa - and Colette's fave - the rice pudding, with extra caramel and toasted almond slices, pas mal.
So, so, so, there's the wine for you wine guys, and with no bottled water and good, indeed quite good bread and two coffees, our bill was 111 E a couple (d/t 2.5 bottles of wine and some 7 E for supplements). Disclosure: I was offered and gratefully drank a wondeful poire digestif .
Go? Silly question. The big boys love it, the New York Times will feature it soon and I'll try to get in as much as possible before it becomes the next Spring, Chez L'Ami Jean or Frenchie for die-hard webfoodaddicts.