June 24th, 2011 § 5 comments

“Is it worth the hype?” People ask me about Frenchie. “He’s a great cook,” I usually say, and I mean it. “I would happily eat there all the time,” I add. If I could get in.

It was a visiting friend, not me, who scored the table with a last minute plea. A stroke of luck, to be sure, especially because the food was as good, if not better, than I remembered.

We started with a foie gras torchon, an hors-formule, €14 add-on to the three-course, €38 menu. It was outstanding, perfectly textured, dusted with coarse salt and pepper and jolted by a few very boozy cherries.

A blade of of tender smoked mackerel was served with two kinds of asparagus, pale wild spears and sections of the usual cultivated variety. A dose of lemon tempered and unified the chlorophyll and oil and smoke, and tiny croutons added crunch. A filet of striped bass was served with a “spring minestrone”, a young cousin of the classic, glowing green with zucchini and peas and herbs in a pretty pool, the fish wreathed by a magenta sash of pickled red onion and crowned with a tiara of tiny blossoms.

There’s a lot of cold food going on right now, perhaps thanks to the Nordic influence (honestly, if I never have another unseasoned, undressed heart-shaped sliver of raw beet sitting on top of a still-quivering red slice of some bird or beast’s loin that will be OK with me), but here the turnips and beets and spinach were blissfully warm, strewn around a crisp red duck breast, kissed by sauce that was, joy of joys, not applied to the plate with a paintbrush.

There was one misfire. The gnudi – essentially ravioli filling without the ravioli – arrived in various states of doneness. One dumpling seemed completely raw. But everything else in the dish was splendid. Plump peas popped brightly with tender girolles and parsley, not a garnish but an element of the finished dish.

There’s really nothing extraneous in this food, but it’s not spartan or minimalist, either. The flavors are direct and clear, but to call the cooking at Frenchie “simple” is off the mark. The ingredients are great, but in this era of the un-and-barely-cooked, when many plates feel more like menageries than fully conceived dishes, Greg Marchand’s food is comfortingly cohesive, often complex, but always unmuddled.

I take it back: There was one extraneous element, the shavings of summer truffle that came with the Napoléon cheese. If they had any flavor, I could get past the texture, but these things always make me feel like I’m eating card stock. The brebis was delicious, though, and the drizzle of truffle honey more than compensated for the papery tuber aestivum. The panna cotta could have used another hour in the fridge, but the flavor was great, helped by a shot of grappa.

Our booking was for 7 p.m., an early time slot added to help meet the demand for reservations. It felt very strange, not least because there were (not surprisingly at that hour) no French customers. Not one. I have nothing against my compatriots, but here’s the thing: For that first hour and a half, I truly felt like I was in a different version of the restaurant. The food was fantastic, the service was friendly and professional, but we could have been somewhere in lower Manhattan. And it was very clear that we all had to be out of there before the next round of guests, the main act, arrived.

I don’t begrudge Marchand for adding an early seating, not one bit. He’s simply responding to demand. But this demand, from visitors who feel they absolutely must eat at Frenchie, has actually altered the very thing I think they were hoping to experience, a tiny bit, at least for the first 90 minutes of service. The hype also creates certain expectations; the table next to ours the other night seemed a little baffled. “This is the most difficult reservation to get in Paris?” their faces seemed to be saying, having landed in this utterly casual bistro, where the only pretenses to be found were their own.

Frenchie 5 rue du Nil, Paris 75002, +33 (0)1 40 39 96 19

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§ 5 Responses to Frenchie"

  • Sharon says:

    Great writeup, Barbra. Your turns of phrase are great, and your descriptions make sense.

    How is the wine list there, these days? I also haven’t been back since late summer 2009 (that pesky need to plan so far ahead is somewhat prohibitive).

  • The first meal I had there was absolutely fabulous, and the service was really good. But subsequently with “fame” came his unwanted arrogance. I and other friends had the worse experiences trying to get reservations, lost reservations, and once a friend had reservations, and they closed for the day without letting her know… etc, etc., The complacency and rudeness made me re-evaluate my back to basics values about restaurants, “it’s about the WHOLE experience” from the time you make reservations to when you walk out that door. I don’t care what country you’re in. He’s a great artists, but I along with many of my friends will no longer go there. If I want to be treated rudely, I can go to the Prefecture for that!

  • Alan Grimes says:

    I have to say that I agree with Randy de Paris re the importance of the ‘whole experience’ when it comes to a restaurant meal. Gregory Marchand’s food is wonderful, but service here is a letdown, the wine list could be better, and the restaurant should not allow tables larger than four–the last time we came, an American tour guide with her group was so loud that it almost ruined our meal.

  • Barbra says:

    Sharon, Randy, and Alan – Thanks for your comments.

    I quite like the wine list at Frenchie these days. In terms of price and spirit, I think it matches Greg’s cooking very well.

    As for the reservations business, I certainly understand the frustration. I can also imagine that it must be difficult for a small business to handle such high demand. They have x number of seats and x hundred wanting to fill them. One result, as I mention, is that they’ve started seating people at 7. Not honoring a reservation is inexcusable, but not granting one in the first place, or not picking up the phone, well, that’s their prerogative.

  • Mark Congero says:

    Hmmm, that meal sounds very familiar. Excellent write up I couldn’t agree more. Looking forward to seeing you again soon. I think we have plans to stay in Provence for a couple weeks next summer. Hope you are well

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