Six words, people:
Not for the feint of heart.
As you may remember, Joel Robuchon was recently named "Chef of the Century" by Gault Millua, the esteemed restaurant guide. Mr. Robuchon also boasts the honor of being a Michelin's Three Star winner, along with a bunch of other equally impressive culinary awards.
In other words: this dude is not playing around.
His restaurant isn't either.
First of all, it's tiny. The tables are close together in typical French bistro style, and the decor is like dining in a gauzy, lavender dream. Our waiter was either really French or had a great fake French accent, but I'm betting he was the real deal. It's intimidating, especially if you don't speak the language, but everyone was polite and professional, not snooty.
The bread is literally wheeled out to your table and there are about 16 choices. The brioche was to die for, and they graciously gave me seconds. Which wasn't really necessary, since we had ordered the tasting menu, but with food that yummy, it's hard to say no.
At a place like this, the tasting menu is key. I don't remember much about it other than the portions were tiny (as they should be), and everything was like a culinary masterpiece. As expected, the presentation was perfect, the food was spot-on, and the service was exquisite. They even put a little ruffled shirt around my chocolate souffle dessert. Now that's attention to detail.
You, however, are paying for all of this. What also could be a mortgage payment can also be dinner for two. So think hard before you make Joel Robuchon your weekly dinner - save it for anniversaries and big occasions.
the tasting menu
leaving the children at home
calling your credit card company to tell them about your dinner plans, lest they think your card was stolen