I knew Le Rivage was going to be old fashioned when I made the pre-theater reservation. I was picturing an old country French chef who moved to NYC in the 1970s, bringing with him his family recipes, and continuing his antiquated but comforting art here - possibly a La Grenoullie w/out the Flowers (or price tag).
I am not going into a long drawn out description of our meal, but to describe one dish that could describe the whole: my mother's plate of cerval, or calf brains.
We both love calf brains, and were happy to see them on a menu. The plate clanked to table revealing three large balls of brains, covered in lumpy brown sauce (all roux), and mush in the middle - totally bland and irredeemable. There where some carrots and potatoes on the plate, boiled and roughly (carelessly) cut.
Bottom line: All the food was some variation of the above. The room while cozy, borders on tacky and the service was brusque and sloppy. Neither my mother or I could remember having such a disappointing (gross) meal in a longtime. If there is there is one thing we could take from the experience it is that Le Rivage reminds how far cuisine in this city (and country, for that matter) has come.
Lastly, there was not to much on Chowhound about Le Rivage, so I checked it out on Menu Pages, which had rave review after rave review. It was the first and last time I will use Menu Pages for anything else but as a place to find addresses and menus.