So, so, so, I was here at Pirouette a coupla weeks ago and I really liked it and so I took my treasured wife/mistress/partner/companion of, would you believe - 51 years?, even though by now, all the "big boys" had weighed in and I was sure the place would be full, haute-gamme'd and ruined; but, but, but, it was indeed full, haute-gamme'd but in no way ruined, indeed it was even more nuanced that before.
The carte/ardoise is overwhelming; abundance, options, Oy vey, what to do?
Madame, the French teacher/scholar from St Malo had the chestnut soup with mushrooms but it, like all the dishes to follow, cannot be described so simply, it was a melange of ingredients, textures and flavors; as was my new author friend's artichoke 1/16th's, goat cheese and
gnocchis
