Ah, Chantecler. Smells like marinated beef and seared fish and browning butter and somehow my grandmother's kitchen (do old stoves make a special smell?).
The chef looks twelve year old from Hong Kong, but the food suggests a very old and healthy French woman who has travelled a lot and read some Jamie Kennedy books. I've eaten there a few times, and I tend not to do an ingredient inventory, but I know that I ate some fish with lots of roasted nuts and clarified butter and it tasted like salty sunshine bouncing off sand, refracting through a tender fish fillet. On Sunday nights they give you a tonne of pickled vegetables, a big sizzling plate of marinated beef and pork belly, and leaves to prepare salad rolls. Don't wear silk, and it will be the happiest meal of your week. Only complaint: the bar servers are really obsessed with their cocktail preparation, which means you watch your cocktail for like 8 minutes before you get to drink it. Torture, but they do fun magic tricks with matches and bourbon.