This is a Parisian steak frites bistro, and they only serve one main course. Steak and fries. The nice thing is that, they serve it to you in two portions, so that your meat arrives hot and fresh, and you don't get soggy fries. I also love the decor because it exudes an old world European charm that almost makes you feel like your not in Singapore.
There are two wonderful things about this restaurant. One, is that they import bread from Poilane, one the oldest, and touted to be the best boulangerie in Paris. The bread was so so good, with a crispy crust and tender fragrant interior, that I ate more than half a baguette worth of it, smeared with rich French butter. I would come back just for the bread alone.
The other, is that they serve a complimentary Kir (white wine and black current liqueur) to each guest once they are seated, which I think it a lovely welcoming gesture.
I usually prefer not to over-indulge at lunch, but I could not pass up on the appetiser of beef marrow, served with crunchy bread and sea salt. Basically, it was a plateful of unctuous fat, sprinkled with sea salt, that although we loved, we will not be re-ordering it, because we are certain the whopping calories take away at least 5 years of our lives each.
I think the steak was done very well, and the quality of the meat was decent for the price. Extremely value for money, considering the main course comes with a lovely green salad with walnuts and a light vinaigrette dressing. I loved the tangy sauce that they served with the steak, cutting some of the richness of the meat. The frites are perfectly crisp and just lightly salted. But I was commenting to Fuzzy that the kinda remind me of Mac's fries :/
The first installment of the steak frites.
We were already too full to even think about dessert by the time we finished our steaks. But the maitre d convinced us to glance at the sweet choices for just a bit. Fuzzy was sold the second he laid eyes on the words, "salted butter caramel". So we ordered the freshly baked waffles, with vanilla ice-cream with a small jug of salty caramel to pour over. It was heavenly, as anything with caramel or toffee naturally is. But I especially liked that the waffles were very light, crisp and almost slightly savoury.
There's just one down-side to this place. That is, they do not take reservations. However, if you find yourself having to wait a while for your seat, you can sit back and sip your Kir amidst the beautiful architecture, on the quaint street of Duxton Hill. Fuzzy and I will definitely be back the next time we crave some red meat, done just right. And to be honest, when I close my eyes, I can still taste the butter-smeared baguette in my mouth. That, to me, is true bliss in a bite.
