Oui Oui Le Pichet
For our one night in Seattle we decided to check out Le Pichet for dinner recommended by several of our buddies. I’m a big fan of the rustic neighbourhood French bistro with its low lit wood heavy interiors and long bar seating for dinner or drinks, attracting a somewhat mixed bag of diners. I also kinda like sitting closer to people unlike in most western restos where personal space is expected.
True to my expected ordering and eating ways I went for the confit while the man had steak frites. There was liver in my dish, what a nice surprise, guess i didn’t read the menu fully. The frites were fresh and crispy, steak was topped with a tad of mushrooms, yum. Wine, yes, we had a French one.
As we ate we reminisced of the French restaurants we experience in Vietnam, quaint little places in Hanoi and Saigon, filled with French speaking tourists, expats and some locals. Clicking of wine glasses, food that made you relax and go ahhhh, some times there would be a faint smell of after diner cigarette smoke(long gone in Vancouver restaurants) and the chatter in different languages, mostly French.
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