I love this place. The second you walk in, you’re greeted by a friendly host. The room is luxurious, with velvet draperies, a sparkling chandelier and a grand piano in the back. And it always has a player.
Irene and I shared three things, all delicious.
Tuna tartare. (I asked for no beans. Black beans with tuna seemed weird to me. Plus, carbs.) Lovely.
Pate. Also lovely.
And French onion soup. A most excellent version, with what was clearly homemade beef stock.
Wonderful!
