One packed nearly his entire staff into a limousine on Thursday night and shipped them downtown on a reportedly nausea inducing ride to Bistro La Minette. They poured out into the private party room and settled around a long pine table for a family style meal. If you have eaten in any small bistro in France the setting at BLM will be comfortingly familiar. There is also seating outdoors in a small enclosed courtyard draped with twinkling festive lights which One and Two enjoyed over the summer when the weather was more agreeable. The menu then reflected the season with an array of fresh fish and light appetisers. Thursday evening's meal was perfect for a Winter's night celebration among friends. Two has often wondered why One and his colleague never complain about going to work and there seated around that table were the ten beautiful reasons...all women.
The restaurant offers family style dining in the tradition of the French Bistro featuring large white chargers and tureens loaded with comfort food. First to arrive were small, delicate gougeres...think of them as cheesy air that requires just a bite or two to deliver the little burst of Compte to your palette. The guest to the right of two commented that she didn't want to fill up on bread, but alas, these little puffs just sail through the air to one's mouth unbidden one right after the "I lost count" other. Oh well. Go on. Fill up. Next the country pate arrived - a coarse pork pate surrounding a bit of fois gras and topped with a bare frosting of deliciously smooth liver pate then wrapped in bacon and served in a thick slice on a piece of toasted bread. Big crocks of cornichons and creamy mustard were placed amongst the guests. Along with the pate two large quiches landed at either end of the table. The crust was flaky and the filling was light. The big hit with everyone was the potatoes gratin. Oh the comfort...oh the cheese...the cream...the crispy edges of the potatoes. Landing right next to the potatoes were the most boring beets we had ever tasted. No taste of the earth in the beets at all.It didn't help that we had an organic gardener who delivers to the office the most densely flavored vegetables we have had. There is a beauty in serving a simple root vegetable solo with perhaps just some olive oil and salt. But this choice presumes that the vegetable tastes like something which these did not. The mushrooms served were having the same identity crisis. Boueff Bourguignon arrived in a big bowl full of tender chunks of beef in rich, viscous sauce. One suggested that perhaps the mushrooms should have taken up residence in the sauce with the beef to lighten the whole experience just a bit. Last to arrive was the cheese course which reflected both gooey and hard cheeses and which didn't offend the non adventurous but which held some interest for the cheese heads. The bibb lettuce salad tasted like nothing. Truly in a french bistro we have the expectation of flavorful vegetables to contrast with the heaver flavors and viscosity of the creams and cheeses and butters and meats in everything else. Dessert was a bouche de noel served with caramel ice cream. The ice cream tasted homemade - delicious. The bouche was beautiful, well crafted, and stuffed full of butter cream. Two would have liked to have had some more adventurous flavors appear within the log of cake on her plate...perhaps some espresso flavor in one of the butter creams? Picky picky picky. Overall, the meal was very good and sweetly reminiscent of France.
We give this Bistro,