Ron W.
Yelp
So, where to eat on the QT? Everyone you ask says "Just walk around the old part of the City until you see something that looks good"...unless you've booked ahead at Bay View or Le Chat Botte. And that's exactly what I did. Hard to pass up a seafood tower, or a gaggle of attractive people eating attractive food.
This place has been slingin' Sea Bass since 1933 and mostly locals were wending their way through the dining room to small tables tightly squeezed close together. (A good way to snatch an oyster as it passes by on its way to someone else.)
This is a charming spot with plenty of bistro accessories. Think copper pots, pewter carafes, ceramic tureens, you know, all the stuff you hope to find at the Rose Bowl Flea Market but rarely do. If you're redoing the pied a terre in Paris or Mission Viejo in modern French Bistro, then take a picture and give it to the decorator and say. "Gimme that." It's a busy place with enough hustle and bustle to make you feel good about snagging a table on an impulse.
The restaurant is located two blocks off the lake's main drag with outside seating under a huge awning and a large space inside. There's a full bar and a nice wine list to mollify you while you peruse the extensive menu. It is totally convivial and a fine place to sit, relax and discuss whether you should have bought the Breguet or the Jaegar-Lecoultre.
The Staff: Professional, long time waiters like the dudes at the Pantry in LA (except these guys probably didn't hang together at Folsam first.)
The Food: This has a seafood forward menu with some meaty options too. A Kir Royale gets you started in the right direction for a shellfish selection while you ponder what's yonder in the kitchen.
Snuggle up to a dozen Oysters served with Lemon and Mignonette. Half were from Brittany, and half from Normandy. A basket of Bread Twists and Country French loaf swooped down to keep them company.
The Oysters were briny, slender and a hair on the salty side which begs the question as to who was the first person to try one and more importantly, why? After all, there was no champagne way back then. I'm an oyster guy, so if he or she couldn't or wouldn't, I would have. These were pretty good on balance despite the spike of the sea that clung to them when they left home.
A wild Boar Terrine dotted with fresh Pistachios with a Foie Gras center sounded good and that was okay, but not fab. It was a cold small hypotenuse triangle of Pate and easy not to be a pig about.
Next, out came a grilled Sea Bass which was lovely, although, maybe not for the Sea Bass. But then who said it was fun or easy to be a fish?
The two fillets were stretched over a bed of sauteed Wild Mushrooms and there was also a little pot of gluey Risotto. The fish was warm, wrapped in crisp skin, flaky and tender, and with the mushrooms, it was a perfect recipe for some great funky dreams. You'll have to talk to my analyst to figure out what was going on with that.
Finally, I lusted for a Burger. I just did. And they had one, bless them.
A juicy little beast it was, sitting on a fresh Sesame Bun with Mayo, Lettuce, a spicy Carrot Chutney, Melted Brie, and Bacon as thick as the Buckwheat Pancakes at the aforementioned Pantry in LA. It was a sloppy messy fine break from Fondue and Raclette.
Now, if the Burger was good, and it was, the accompanying Fries were terrific. All stacked in a large tangle like the Hedgehogs at the Omaha Beach. These were an obstacle to a 6-Pack, but definitely worth the loss.
I left full, happy, sleepy, slightly tipsy, and well satisfied that I'd made the right choice.
You in the hood, this food is good.