This restaurant effortlessly rose to the top of least favorite restaurants in Tucson. I left the restaurant with the impression that the reason this bistro is in Tucson is that the French kicked them out of France. As one enters the dining room they are immediately hit with the sensation that they have time warped into a retirees back porch circa 1986. The only thing that is missing is the wooden coyote with a bandanna around its neck. After my friend I were seated for about ten minutes, the sous chef introduced himself to us and then left. Five minutes later the waitress arrived with all the warmth of a Normandy winter. She took our drink order and after an impossible wait came back with it. When she took our order she yelled at my friend for not being able to understand her. All that aside the Vichyssoise was greasy and mealy, the duck was burnt, tough and dry and the accompanying cherry sauce was boozy and still unreduced. My friends vegetables were close to charcoal; which the chef tried to re-moisturize with what looked like about 3/4 cup of olive oil.
At more than $40 for most entrees, these foibles are egregious. The waitress told the sous chef that I was not pleased with my dinner. This produced the sous chef at my table, who explained, "the duck is perfect at 1 hour and 30 minutes in the oven, at 1 hour and 45 or 50 is can get a little dry." After admitting to overcooking my duck by 15-20 minutes he comped the duck and the mousse I had for dessert.
All that said, if you are ever thinking about dining at this establishment -- call your 12 year old nephew or niece, build them a campfire and give them $80 worth of food. The outdoor air will do you good, the food will be unquestionably better and you and the 12 year-old will have fun.
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