The service might get snooty sometimes and the food isn't always up to expectations, but Le Bouchon is still the place to go to for authentic French fare amid a charming ambience.
We kicked off a light supper with one of the unhealthiest salads ever: lettuce with goose liver terrine, smoked duck and gizzard confit lashed with Cognac sultana vinaigrette. All the ingredients were top-notch, combining perfectly for a medley of decadent flavours.
Pan-fried foie gras with caramelized apples flambeed with Calvados. A classic dish that nevertheless failed to thrill us. Capably prepared, but the liver tasted too metallic.