Ah, Brasserie, how I love you. Visited this delectable spot last Saturday night; it was truly a meal to remember. The atmosphere was cozy with low light and butcher paper over the classic red gingham tablecloths; “casual French” without feeling like diners are stuck in the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp. Knots of French bread and small terrines of silky-smooth (house-made?) butter were served right onto the paper, and the escargot and soups were piping hot. The onion soup was probably the best I’ve ever had, and the mussels were delicious in their briny bath of tarragon, butter, white wine, and the perfect touch of cream. The frites were served with a very rich garlic aioli, which I would have eaten more of if I’d had room.
Simply delicious!! Basics done very well.