However this is a digression as I’m not here to debate what constitutes French cuisine; I’m more interested in the quality and taste of the fare.
I started out with a potato and leek soup (a British classic if anything?) which seemed to improve with every mouthful. It was rich, creamy and one could taste the full flavour of the leeks.
For main course, I opted for a fig and mozzarella salad. The mozzarella was perfect, a little salted, creamy yet robust and the figs were ripe and fresh. It was comforting to see some proper salad leaves on the plate- spinach leaves, cos lettuce etc – all tossed in a delightful French dressing.
The bread was satisfactory, owing to the sourdough culture used in most of the breads. However dusting a baguette with flour does not add any artisan-like feel or taste. I suspect also they only bake bread once a day here – so don’t expect the freshest baguette or loaf at 10pm on a Saturday.
The place is rather charming and kept in immaculate condition. The lighting is soft and ambient. The service is also attentive but not intrusive.
In short, to be able to eat healthy tasty European food like this that hasn’t been poorly plagiarised or unnecessarily complicated to accommodate Indian tastebuds, does give me great joy and pleasure.
A la prochaine LPQ