En famille à Pigalle
Our tenth anniversary seemed a good enough reason to change that. We booked a table for ten at Pigalle, and while the waitstaff seemed a little anxious at first (possibly assuming we were a pre-theater crowd who expected to be served and out the door in 90 minutes), they realized we were in no hurry when we all ordered the five-course tasting menu.
Can I describe each dish for you? No, sorry; on this night, food took second place to conversation, and I was more interested in catching up than in taking notes. Having said that, I do remember:
- the amuse-bouche of pickled beets, yuzu honey and horseradish crème fraîche, served in a miniature martini glass, every mouthful a lovely balance of sweet and spice, cream and crunch
- the perfect breaded sphere of a panko-crusted poached egg atop asparagus and frisée salad
- the thick slice of roast salmon, skin slightly charred and crisp, fish soft and tender
- the short ribs, deep and meaty with a slightly carmelized sweetness
- the intense, moist richness of the molten chocolate cake