I have these old photos banging around in my Picasa (a photo manager) and I can no longer even write a coherent review of the experience, but just to brighten your Monday afternoon, indulge in this high-end food porn from Mistral.
I apologize for not waxing poetic about texture of the escargots or precisely what kind of tomatoes they used, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me.
Most of what I remember of this meal is how we spilled water all over a chair and it took a decent 30 seconds before someone picked up on it. My dining companion, who ate with me at No. 9 Park, suggested I compare this to that dining experience where the service would have been at our feet immediately.
Post on Starbucks later.