The rock fish soup spoke to me; with good reason, it was really rich, flavorful and even through my first effort at floating off an overly saffroned rouille/Gruyere boat sank like Gustav II Adolf's 700 tonnes monster, my second floater succeeded. So far, so good; tell waiter, got plenty of time til train, no rush – that may have been a major mistake.
Because my second choice, Little Lac Leman perch(es) sautéed in butter were vastly over-cooked/dry-as-a-bone and the frites accompanying them were vastly under-cooked, rendering the entire plate inedible.
I had a café gourmand as a finale and the crème brulee was terrific and the “brownie” not bad.