No pictures. I remembered halfway through the meal, oh...perhaps I should take a picture. But it was dark, the pictures grainy, and we were having fun eating and talking. So, ya know...fuck it..no pictures of food this time.
The tasting menu was delicious, which four of us got. However, after tasting the amuse bouche, S. commented that it was reminiscent of lox schmear. And it was! As delighted as we all were to get something for free (hey, every artist remembers days of Campbell's Chunky soup) lox schmear was pretty much all we could taste after that. It's sort of like when my mom once mentioned that an ice skater I was watching had a big ass, and after that, that was all I could see, a gigantic spandex covered ass, skating to Tchaikovsky.
Anyway, one of my ways of judging a restaurant is by whether or not I'd go back, and what I actually still remember eating, a week later.
Yes I would go back. Great service, nice ambiance, good wine. I take the latter on the advice of the others, as I really am not the best judge of wine.
What I remember eating is:
1) the toasted gnocchi with this insanely tasty, mushroomy sauce. Perhaps there were truffles? I don't remember. Who would have thought toasted gnocchi? However, what a brilliant idea! Slightly crispy, a bit caramelized, at first taste, and then the more familiar gnocchi chewiness. The tasting menu portion was tiny, but I believe it's actually part of their regular menu, where one hopes the portion will be merely small.
2) the fois gras ravioli that came with the bf's meal (the filet mignon), but since he doesn't like fois gras (I know!!! WHAT?!?) the rest of us subdivided the two raviolis amongst ourselves, and then our eyes rolled into the back of our heads, we passed out, and died.
This is the third time I've been to Les Amis for a birthday. Apparently it's that kind of place.
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