Took my little sister to L'atelier De Joël Robuchon.
Carpaccio. Heavily seasoned with je ne se quais.
Very good and got progressively better as I ate it.
Chestnut soup. Sadly, with these fancy places, it's considered bad form to lick the bowl clean.
Some kind of tart she got.
Buoef. Served with the best steak sauce ever conceived by man. Even the little salad bites on the side were perfect.
I've only been here once before and I missed out on the legendary mashed potatoes. I was excited to try them but dreading it a little bit as they couldn't possibly live up to the hype.
We both started laughing when we tried them. Holy God. We both loved mashed potatoes as kids and would eat mountains of them at TG, so it was fun to experience the platonic form of them together.
Souffle and coffee.
Can't wait to try the main restaurant.