Batifole loosely translates in English to "frolic about". And that's exactly the joyful experience I felt dining in this enchanting restaurant. Each course put before me was simple, fun, fresh and incredibly delicious.
I started with seabass tartare. I was immediately transported back to sunny days spent in the the South of France. It was charming, delicate and divinely fresh.
For my main I enjoyed the Croustade of Lamb confit served with a thyme jus. It was a piece of heaven. Perfectly balanced flavors. I couldn't put the knife and fork down. I became completely lost in the dish.
My friend had Crab cake served with a fennel salad and tarragon beurre blanc sauce. It was simply done and looked phenomenal. I was also lucky enough to steal a bit of his Ribeye Steak with beurre maitre d'hotel. The one bite I tried was complete joy. If a dead animal can bring joy, this cow did that. Merci vache.
Batifole was most pleasurable experience in a restaurant since visiting Toronto. The service is quick, but not so quick you feel rushed. It was such an intense culinary experience I swear I needed a smoke afterwards...and I dont even smoke.