I would suggest to make a reservation. When we arrived, we noticed that most of the tables were already reserved.
The interior decor is comely yet fresh with large sunlit windows and dainty wooden tables. Not to mention the food. The food was heavenly. Instead of ordering a traditional meal for la chasse, I chose the quenelle de brochet. In all honesty I had translate on my handy-dandy dictionary app to realize I ordered a fish dumpling. Oh well, I could try the wild boar cheeks another time.
The quenelle was devine. Airy and light yet creamy with a punch full of flavors. The side dish was an asian rice, but I focused all of my efforts on the dumpling. I am still dreaming of its mouthwatering delicacy.
And a classic meal for la chasse, the civet de cerf. A deer meat stew brewed with a chestnut sauce and pearl onions. It came with beats and rösti. The venison was perfectly gamey and lean. It brought back memories of the Midwest hunting season when my dad would bring home his prize catch for homecooked meals to come.
We topped off the meal with a cafe and chocolate and then strolled around the city enjoying one of the last sunny fall days of the year.
