an excellent dinner, and already reaching a very spoiled perspective on French cooking after less than a week. from a starting point of zero experience of the cuisine in its native situ, no less. if we lived here we'd probably try to eat at Pirouette every other month, and feel pampered to be able to do so. it was our most expensive meal so far (wine was in the very same range as three other dinners, but we each had our own entrees and desserts, rather than sharing one or skipping dessert altogether), but the numerous wine options and excellent, friendly service would pull us back.
learned the hard way that my reading comprehension of food items ( occasional non food bits too, when I informed my spouse that she was in line for postal money orders, the word for silver the main clue) usually surpasses the servers' translating skills, and far exceeds my aural comprehension. the genial server tried to explain which organ was ris de veau, and had i simply walked across to see the separate board whereon it was scribed, that would have been my pick for plat principal. but then we 'd have missed the plat we most enjoyed, the pigeon. they combined its liver with foie gras to schmear on a little toast, quite delectable. my partner's roast (plume de porc iberico) was good, but similar to what we can enjoy at home, depending on the cuts available of the superb heirloom pork at the local farmers market. the entree we loved was a chestnut mushroom soup poured over an egg.
took the opportunity for my initial sampling of the celebrated 2010 vintage in Bourgogne (not counting the excellent '10 Morgon last week). as tempting as some premier cru options were, they'd only make me think how much they'd improve, so we enjoyed Anne Gros' not really plain Bourgogne rouge.
thanks once more to the kind advisors here -- to be continued.