It’s no secret I’m a big fan of the French. I love their clothes, I love their attitude, and I veryyyyy much so love their food (BAKED brie?!?!?!? The stuff dreams are made of).
Our friend Virginia, who sadly left us for the greener pastures of South Carolina over the summer, came back in town for a weekend of fun in the city. We kicked things off with dinner at Le Baratin.
Le Baratin was opened by brothers Michael and Cyril Touchard (owners of well-known New York City French restaurants, including Le Tout Va Bien and Les Sans Culottes) along with their friend David. The three wanted to create a neighborhood restaurant with a menu based on simple and traditional French bistro fare. And that’s just what they did in the West Village, overlooking Greenwich Ave.
Upon arrival, you’ll be greeted with bottles of red wine and chatter from the international crowd.
We started off with Cabernet.
Added in some baked brie (the best I’ve had in the city) and Mussels Provencale (parsely, shallots, garlic and thyme).
Then Bailey and I split the Gnocches Truffes (awesome).
But we also had to get a picture (and a bite) of Austin’s Croque-monsieur – not on the menu, you have to ask for it.