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| - I grew up on near the border betwixt Germany and France, I've been all over France and I've eaten a lot of French food. I love French food. I try my best when I go to French (and German) restaurants to temper my expectations. This is America. This will be different. This won't be what I remember.
Forget all that, this was fantastic.
Our server was Willy (with an i.e.) and he was really very good. He made suggestions great again (food, wine, beer, etc.) and even paid me the compliment of assuming that Vicki and Enzo were my parents. I could complain about filling my own water glass one time or the fact that asparagus wandered onto my plate but those aren't his faults.
We started with the pommes frites with a garlic aioli. Normally, I eschew anything mayonnaise based but my love of authentic French fries and garlic overrode my disgust for mayonnaise. The pommes frites were what I remembered, perhaps better than I remembered, and the aioli was worth the lifetime on my hips. We also had goose liver pate and I enjoyed that best of all, I love a good pate and I don't often get it. I'm pretty sure I hadn't had a good pate since my grandmother's 100th birthday celebration. My dining companions also had bacon-wrapped prawns which I cannot speak to, I am allergic.
My entrée was a rack of lamb. That lamb had a great rack, the glaze was perfect and the meat was tender and tasted wonderful. The sides were good as well, even if asparagus found its way onto my plate. I'll find it in my heart to forgive Willy (with an i.e.). I normally don't get lamb, beef bourguignon is a comfort food for me and my go-to dish in a French restaurant in France, I didn't want to put these fine people through my delusions of refinement. Had I known everything else would be on point I may have taken a stab at it.
Enzo had a steak not found on the menu, made especially for him, and Vicki had the shrimp etouffee. I didn't try their food out of experience and allergies. Everything looked wonderful. No food was left behind.
Willy (with an i.e.) did ask one stupid question which I found irritating, "did we want dessert?" Sir, are you aware of the law? If Vicki and I consume vegetables we are bound by ecclesiastic and temporal law to also have dessert. It's not just a 'want,' it is a, 'need.'
For dessert Vicki shared a flourless chocolate cake that was good but, my dad is a chef, I tend to like HIS better but I think he'd even agree that this was a homerun or other sportsball analogy. It was fantastic. I had a chocolate peppermint mousse which honestly left me wanting more, specifically all of it. All the mousse. All the time. My one suggestion is that at dessert I need a shovel, not a spoon for ants. Also, more mousse.
We also had a fantastic bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau and then several more. I woke up clutching that bottle at Vicki and Enzo's house. Willy (with an i.e.) makes wonderful suggestions and you should do what he says. You'll thank me later.
This restaurant functions also as a market with a full range of French cheeses, wines, and other marvels of the French culinary tradition. Much of the things you'll eat are made there (and I think all of them are).
They offer breakfast and lunch with counter service, dinner is table service. I would go there in the morning and never leave but my budget doesn't allow that and I am fairly obnoxious. Willy (with an i.e.) may have quit being nice long ago.
So, boys and girls: if you're looking for an excellent and authentic French experience take it from me, this is the real deal. Even if Vicki, Enzo, and Alison weren't the family in my head I would visit them again just to waddle my chunky self over to the French Market.
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