.vaille que vaille. : Mélisse

Mélisse.
Pft. You and your 2 Michelin stars. You let me down. What happened? Was it just a bad night? Why would you flash me your hoity toity box of black truffle and deliver me a smoked salmon amuse bouche that tasted like bleach? No one can ruin smoked salmon! NO ONE! But you proved me wrong. You don't fool me, Mélisse. Don't hide behind your French title and your hotel-room kitschy photographs of macro-orchids and cut outs of figs... serve me good food! This was the first time I could not finish my dish at a fine dining establishment and refuse also, to take it home. It was disappointing. Although my water glass always remained full and my butt felt nicely kissed, my stomach was mumbling and grumbling complaints.

Interior

The lovely Courtney

Icky me. My legs are normal, I swear. Just a weird angle.

Exterior.

Yucky salmon.

Concord grape & chèvre concoction

lobster bolognese
This was Courtney's appetizer, but it was quite yummy: the sweetness of the lobster and tomato needed a counter, I thought. Perhaps a bitter green?

He cut my fish in front of me. It was a long process.

Although the gnocchi and the sauce was perfectly textured and savory, the fish as bland and too creamy. It needed acidity, and I didn't find it anywhere on the plate.

Chocolate soufflé --> best part of the night, perhaps redemptive of the entire meal.

Courtney's black truffle pasta.
They shredded the black truffle freshly in front of her.
It was good. Earthy, perfect, indescribable. Wish I had a truffle garden.