I guess with that, it is only fair to say we have a really good time. Service was attentive and the overall vibe was relaxed. The food sure didn't bring about much surprises but they were bistro stalwarts done very well.
The Americans and British would throw together mystery meats and come up with chicken nuggets and sausages, while the French can do the same and pass it off as a rustic and artisanal charcuterie platter. I am generalising, of course. But to be honest, this selection of house-made cold cuts kind of tasted the same after a while.
Oh the fries! They were glorious! They were mostly cuboids of deep-fried perfection, complete with crispy crunchy edges. If no one on your table gets the burger or steak fries, promise me you will order a side of fries?
The burger served alongside chill, mayonnaise and ketchup. I would assume that the trio of condiments are all made in house, given the pedigree of this bistro.
The rest were ready to throw in the towel but we ordered a dessert anyway because every celebratory meal deserves a happy sweet ending. I was torn between the profiteroles and warm molten chocolate cake, and KW chose the latter. The LBD of desserts, a warm molten chocolate is something you can always count on to satiate; while commonplace and blah if not executed properly, it is delectably winning when done well.