I can’t tell
you how excited I was to finally dine at Bavette’s. Friends of mine have raved about the place,
but for some reason, it sat there patiently waiting for a visit on my “restaurants
to eat at” spreadsheet. (First, ignore
the grammar on my spreadsheet title…and maybe altogether. Second, yes, I really do have a spreadsheet
for places where I want to dine and places where I would return.) Back to Bavette’s. It earned a spot on the “will eat at again”
spreadsheet.
Let me first
start off by saying that the service was great.
I was a little nervous as I’ve found the service at Gilt Bar to be
lacking on many occasions, and they are sister restaurants. However, the service at Bavette’s was nothing
but pleasant and attentive. On to the
food…
We didn’t
order the seafood tower, although we admired it on several other tables. There were in fact so many dishes on the menu
that looked appealing, we had a hard time ordering. Ultimately, we did enjoy the shrimp, as well the
smoked whitefish Caesar salad for starters.
Again—this one is a sucker for Caesar.
Not to mention, a good smoked whitefish brings back happy childhood
memories…but I digress. I thought that
it was a great little play on a traditional Caesar, and there wasn’t a leaf of
lettuce left on that plate.
For dinner,
again there was a dilemma because every dish looked appealing, we ended up
going traditional brasserie—roasted chicken and steak frites. Both were fantastic. I am not sure if someone in the kitchen had a
heavy hand with the salt that night, but I found my chicken skin to be slightly
salty as well as the frites. (How can
they be too salty you ask? Well, they
just can!) However, that didn’t stop me
from eating the chicken and frites that night, nor did it stop me from
indulging in the roasted chicken leftovers the next night. We ordered some sides as well, but I thought
that I would mention the Elote style corn.
It is not for those on a diet—essentially corn kernels mixed with a
delicious aioli, other spices and of course some cheese (I believe). We ate every kernel.
Believe it
or not, there was still some room for dessert—but only a little bit. So we opted for the Black Dog malted whiskey
gelato, and it even came with a side of hot fudge. It was the perfect end to a wonderful and
decadent meal. And a perfect excuse to hit up Black Dog
Gelato later in the summer!
I now see
why so many friends raved about Bavette’s. I’m looking for another occasion to go back—any
suggestions?
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