

Thoughts: the friture first course was kind of strange to start with, but I will admit that fried mussels is a fabulous (sorry) idea, especially when you've been drinking cava upstairs in anticipation. The soup was boring, familiar vegetables in a mild broth that muted the exclamation points of the dish (handmade pasta and arugula pesto), but a nice gustatory respite in between courses. The lamb was tender and good -- P nibbled his rib clean and I sopped up every drop of the jus with Acme bread. I briefly wondered if the lamb and the mache (aka "lamb's tongue") together on a plate was clever word/food-play on Alice Waters' part. Dessert was pleasant and balanced (I don't think I've ever thought a dessert was balanced). The strong brandy flavors of the ice cream mitigated the tartness of the feuillete. Overall, delicious. I'm really going to miss California.