Frenchette--Manhattan

(212) 334-3883

Went here on a double date, not really knowing what to expect but given that we had a 5:30pm dinner reservation, I should have expected this was a tough ticket.  It's been a while when I've had to take the dining experience seriously.  There wasn't anything really new about this place and I think that's the point: serious dining, no gimmicks, no flash, just everything well executed (and expensive as hell).

I saddled up to the bar with the ol' wifey wife and we noticed that everyone in the place was either a younger or older version of our dinner guests.  Not so much a review of the place, unless, of course you are of the opinion that appearances do reflect specific personality types.  If that's the case, then it all makes perfect sense why our friends would pick this place as they're quite accomplished, nerdy types who prefer the finer things in life.

So Iconman, can we get to the food already? I drank a ton of alcohol, so I'll do my best see notes below:

egg omelet: with spanish tortilla, pretty awesome
Mortadella:  fucking a' good. Simple good.
Salt cod croquette:-yummy fish sticks
Leaks: Not my bag, but wife number two liked them
Brouillade: soft egg and escargot, yeah, well, french food
Green spaghetti: pretty sure this wasn't actually green spaghetti
Chicken and Mashed Potatoes:  Yeah, they're not fucking around with this one.  Excellent
Turbot Fish:  It was good, but at this point it started dawning on us we ordered too much food
Cardoon: Bone marrow, yeah, we ordered too much
French Donut:  Didn't shit myself on this one
Chocolate Molten Cake: I have it spelled chololarw moltem cake.  So yeah I think the wine was kicking in.

This place was a classy, delicious, dining experience.  It's not cheap, but worth it.  I drank too much, ate too much, and we ended up a few doors down coincidentally hanging out with an old friend who managed The room.  That's just what I needed, more to drink.  Nonetheless, this place is Iconmnan approved.