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| - It's been a while, but I'm going to just say it: foie gras is better than sex.
And this foie gras was a world apart. Transcendent. The last time I had it this good was at my 23 birthday at Georges in Paris. Take that how you will.
They brought it out first. Because they knew.
The foie gras terrine had a layer of cherry to it and was split in two rectangular cubes on either side of the plate and both the foie gras and the bunch of perfect brioche triangles rested on a bed of apricot confit. The apricot was not sweet; it took me a moment to place it and I would not call it jam, more finely diced dried abricots. Creamy, rich and just right with the cherry & apricot elements, this should not be missed.
The mini bison burgers were tiny, juicy bites of perfection and the fries were a tiny cone of crispy, buttery goodness. The house sauce and pickle added tang to the burgers, sandwiched in their poppy seeded brioche mini buns.
Light and fresh, the ricotta gnocchi with tomatoes/basilic were tiny soft pillows, with an aromatically fresh sauce. Delightful and refreshing, if outshone by the other things we had.
Flight of Bordeaux, was presented with the bottles behind them, but before I had a chance to note them, they were whisked away. At least two of them were really good and gave a chance to sample more than I would have had as a full glass.
The Assiette de mignardises was an adorable display of tiny cookies/treats, from macarons to jammy squares to madeleines. Totally share-able (see photo).
This place is one of the reasons I cannot wait to go back to Montreal!
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