Caillebotte Impressions

I met Mia for lunch today. It was phenomenal--mostly because she is, and because it's been a year and a half since our brunch at Sésame. Oddly enough, I only just recently complained about their less-than-stellar bagels (as I flexed my New Yorker muscles). It was also one of those "welcome breaks" I mentioned, that happened to be accompanied by a gourmand meal with génial service.
We sat at the bar because, when she called to make a reservation yesterday, they were otherwise completely booked. Now we understand why. The simple veal and mashed potato plat du jour was spectacular; as was my spring asparagus appetizer and her grilled banana dessert. We very much enjoyed camera-shy glasses of their Pinot Noir and petit cafés as well. This is the second time I've tested a younger sibling of a cult bistro with French friends, and I have to say, I kinda wish I could make it a forever-trend.