|Photo taken off Google images so you get the idea|
|If you click on the photo it will enlarge and be perfectly readable|
|This would be the rhubarb,|
|Impressive rendering of an asparagus spear from Corsica|
|This unimposing piece of lotte was undoubtedly the best dish I've had all year|
|Not a very flattering shot of the beef, but the Texas pros at the table swore it was epic|
|Lemon in all its states - one or two of the states might have been missing, but the important ones were there|
|This dish almost seemed superfluous after all the gorging, but it merited greater attention than we gave it|
There you have it - fine dining in all its states. I enjoyed Rino, the two or three times I ate there. The kitchen was competent and creative, but never really memorable. Its replacement, Les Deserteurs, merits high praise for a memorable meal. As it turned out, the confirmation snafu had little impact on our table lingering - by well past 10 pm, I asked our host why we hadn't been kicked out yet and he explained that he used some 'magique' to avoid that unpleasant possibility (he seated the second serving at another table that was vacated earlier).
Why the name? Apparently, the team behind Les Deserteurs - led by Daniel Baratier (chef) and Alexandre Céret (sommelier) - deserted Le Sergent Recruteur to strike out on their own.
46 Rue Trousseau
tel: 01 48 06 95 85
Reserve at least 3 weeks in advance and, by all means, confirm the day of your reservation.
|Graffito around the corner from Les Deserteurs|