
We went to Petrossian Paris on Robertson Blvd. THey loved it because it was brightly lit. I loved it because of this block of steak tartare I ordered that came with a layer of caviar. It was hilarious.
(photo from mylastbite.com - she organized the dinner)
Our three course meal turned into about 8 since the chef, Benjamin Billy, kept sending out pre-game freebees. Check it yo.
A lobe of truffle butter that some people, I kid you not, were eating without bread. It was pretty horrendous, if entertaining. My friend Sam and I wouldn't go to that extreme but we did enjoy our fair share on toast points.
My favorite - a crispy paper-wrapped shrimp with ginger. Light, adorable.
A scallop with bacon foam... oh oh excuse me I mean emulsion. Butternut squash puree and a vinegary reduction. Tasty.
This is foie gras creme brulé. I admit I did not eat this. Foie has a horrific affect on me after my summer of '05 during which I ate foie nearly 3 times a week. Enough is enough and I can't go back. The gluttons enjoyed it though.
Ahhh! Finally something I ordered. Smoked salmon. Could not complain. It was excellent. Next up came that block of meat referenced earlier. And then finally, 4.5 hours later, dessert.
Panna cotta with white peach espuma... foam. I liked. It tasted like a fruit cup! Plus pistachio creme brulé, which was interesting though one bite was enough.
This meal felt like the last supper. But with lots of flash photography.
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