My birthday. A special occasion in anyone's books. But especially mine. A short list of special occasion restaurants narrowed down to one. A reservation was secured. It was going to be expensive but, according to the reviews and reputation, worth it.
Get ready for some mixed up metaphors.
How it went down
Bécasse was a huge disappointment. It's proportional to the size of the expectation. It was supposed to be amazing. Hatted. Respected chef. Expensive ($170 for the degustation, another $80 for matched wines). Special occasion.
But it just didn't work (for me). A table for two was laid out side-by-side, so instead of sitting across from my dining companion we were both facing the middle of the room. It felt like a theatre, but not much was happening. There wasn't even any music. And it didn't give a sense of privacy.
The decor was a mish-mash. Sandstone. Chandeliers. Purple couches. Plants. This extended to the variety of crockery -- glass plates, slabs of rock, china. It kind of distracted from the food rather than enhancing the presentation.
And the food didn't always reflect the 'theme' set up by the setting. Some of the dishes really said "Autumn" in bold letters, but others must have been too subtle for me to catch. (Or maybe I was distracted by the salt dish which was a rock covered in black stuff.) I mean, I'm open to the possibility that I missed the point. (But seriously, look at this thing!)
On the plus side, it was a fine dining restaurant and no dish used foam. There were lots of jellies, jubes and consommé and other interesting ways to bring flavours to the plate. Another plus: the matched wines. Delicious in their own right, and some added a lot to their accompanying dish.
At the time, I felt like it was a wasted 4 hours and $500. Looking back, Molly, I think I was just really disappointed. Given the calibre of restaurant I expected everything to be perfect. And it wasn't. But the only dish which I actively disliked was the ocean consommé.
There are so many good restaurants out there that I'm not likely to go back. Bécasse just isn't for me.