My three lunches at L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon

So, I ended up with not one but three lunches at L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon last week in Paris. Hey, after the crazy bout with fieldwork here (lost count of how many all-nighters we pulled in the NOC), I deserve the break before I get back and start on the mess that’s my data. But why three lunches, you asked? I guess it was obvious that I liked those meals. I loved the construction of the menu, with so many smaller plates that were perfect for a single diner like me. (I’ve been seeing so much of my work colleagues I’m not going to see them on my days off too!) I probably wouldn’t have gone to the place three times had this not been August and so most other good places were closed though.

My first day

I came by right when they opened, at 11.30 on a Thursday. I was probably the third or fourth patron there that morning. I was seated to the right side, at the corner with my back to most of the action. It wasn’t a very good seat as I had to crane my neck to look over at all the fascinating action in the kitchen.

My server was a quiet Frenchman, who was very polite and helpful. Since I wasn’t very familiar with the wine on the menu, my knowledge of wine was admittedly rather limited, I let him choose the wine for me from the plates I ordered. I decided to go with a light marine theme for that lunch, and ordered the following:

Gaspacho de tomate aux petits croutons, gaspacho with croutons
It was very lovely, tangy and bright tasting. Too bad there were only about four spoonfuls altogether in that tiny bowl.

Anchois frais marinés à l’aubergine confite, anchovies with eggplant confite
I loved it. The presentation was glorious, with slices of anchovies interspersed with red bell peppers to form a perfect rectangle hiding the aubergine confite beneath. And the taste was even better than the form. The fresh yet strong taste of the anchovy was marvelously complimented by the tang from the bell pepper and the creamy texture of the aubergine.

Rouget en filets à la tomate pimentée, Mullet filets with “spicy” tomato
Mullet is my favorite fish, period, so this dish was of course great for me as well. The tomate pimentée was very tasty, and a perfect foil for the naturally sweet rouget. (Note to P. : I think he’s fixed this one since you had it the last time.)

Langoustines à la plancha; grilled crayfish, which was on special that day
They were one of the sweetest Langoustine I’ve ever had. The dish was very simple. Only the best langoustine simply grilled with ever so tiny amount of red pepper sprinkled over the top. They took away my plate after I was done with the meat to grill the claws a bit more before they would let me crack into them. The waiter was so polite and spoke in sotto voce I would have had a hard time understanding him in English, let alone in my pedestrian French. So we had a funny scene where we faught each other over the plate, each holding on the one side—me not wanting them to take the plate away because I hadn’t even start cracking into the claws, and him trying to be helpful while mumbling something barely audible in French!! He finally raised his voice a couple of decibels and I heard something like ….les pinces…il faut les cuire…so I finally understood and let go of the plate feeling slightly sheepish… The kitchen wanted to claws back so they could do another preparation with them before they give them back to me to finish.

Nage de pêche, sorbet basillic citron vert, “swimming” Peach with basil and lime sorbet
The sorbet was AMAZING. The combination of basil and lime is so popular these days that everyone, even Berthillon, made one. Robuchon’s is by far the best. The combination was sublime. The peach was lovely, the sauce in which it was swimming was clear and perfumed of mint, but after the sorbet melted a little, it became tinted green and tasted even better than the sorbet alone.

I had a nice coffee at the end of the meal which was served with a piece of yummy caramel.

The wine that he poured for me was a nice Colombet Chardonnay. That glass of wine reminded that I didn’t hate Chardonnay in general, I only hated California Chardonnay. This wine was a perfect compliment to my lunch.

This was as close to a perfect lunch as I’ve ever had. Everything was bright tasting and wonderful, the perfect expression of every single ingredients. The sun was bright yet no longer scorching. There was a slight cool breeze in the air, all in all a perfect day.

The menu looked so wonderful, and there were so many other items I wanted to try so I decided to come back again the next day.

the second day:

The next day I got to Robuchon after 12. I was surprised to see that the restaurant was again not that full. This time I was seated on the other side, to the left as one enters the dining room.

The service on this side was abominable. The server looked to me to be of Indian descent, but insisted that she spoke not a word of English when asked by some Americans sitting nearby. I thought that was slightly mean spirited. I mean, how hard can it be to say “fish” or “duck liver”, really? In any case, I ordered the following items:

Gaspacho de tomate aux petits croutons, gaspacho with croutons
I loved the gazpacho so much yesterday I decided to order it again today, and not the entrée size. Unfortunately, the soup proved to be too acidic in such a large portion. The taste was bright, tangy and perfect in the smaller portion, but much too assertive in such a large bowl. I only managed about half before I gave up.

Suprême de pigeon au chou et foie gras, Pigeon and foie gras rolled in Cabbage
This dish had Steve swooning after the first bite when he was here. It was served with a small covered bowl of Robuchon’s famous pureed potato. The word mash just sounds far too severe for such a delicate concoction. And to call it potato at all is almost a misnomer, as it is more butter and cream bound together with a tiny amount of potato. Unfortunately Robuchon’s potato is such a delicate thing that a small deviation in the procedure will result in a gummy puree, which unfortunately was true of this occasion. Perhaps it was allowed to sit too long in the heat, I wouldn’t know for sure, just that the puree coated my tongue in a slightly objectionable manner.
The supreme of pigeon itself didn’t impress me too much either. It tasted neither of pigeon nor foie gras nor cabbage (which might have been a good thing). The cabbage was overcooked and a little chewy. I was thoroughly disappointed.

Caille caramelisée et pommes purée à la truffe: Caramelised quail with purred potato and summer truffle
The caille came and silenced my complaint completely. All was well again. The tiny pieces of quail were coated in the most delicious caramelized sauce, and the pommes purée in this dish was perfect. It must have been from a different batch than what was served with my Suprême de pigeon. Here the pommes purée was hidden under generous slices of summer truffles, and had some specks of chives in it. It was glorious. If there was such a thing as a perfect mouthful, this was it.

Tartes de tradition
I decided on the tartes today, after the waitress told me that one of the tarts was with Mirabelle, which has got to be one of my favorite plums. The tartes were tasty of course, but they didn’t quite blow me away.
I was surprised when the server landed a tray of coffee and its accoutrement in front of me barely half way into my dessert course. I refused to take it and simply asked her to bring me another one *after* I was done with my dessert. She huffed and puffed and complied.

At the end of the meal I had words with the hostess, asking her to send my compliment over to the service people on the other side, as I had a much better time here yesterday. She asked me why and I explained. She gasped when I got to the coffee incident. At the end she profusely apologized, asking me to return soon in spite of this day, promising to always seating me over there from now on.

My third lunch:
The next day I rolled out of bed contemplating what to do for the day. It was already past noon and I was hungry. It was my last day in Paris, and apparently I couldn’t think of a better place to lunch, so I ended up again chez Robuchon. Again I was surprise to see some seats available even on a Saturday.

The hostess was smiling from ear to ear when she saw me stepping out of my cab. She of course seated me on the right side, as she did my first day, but this time on the far right of the counter, the “special” place as I found out from my chums. She introduced the quiet waiter (Christophe), and the wine lady (Rachel), who barely two seconds later reappeared with a bottle of champagne, and poured me a glass on the house. This was turning to be another great lunch. :-)

I decided to not do the ordering myself today, placing my trust in the capable hands of Christophe. I told him what I already had, and gave him the free reign. He did not disappoint. Looking at my slight frame he decided to start with two small dishes and then we would decide if I needed anymore. I told him he underestimated me, he smiled, not believing me of course.

(I lost the check for this lunch so I don’t have the complete names of the dishes, sorry.)
He started me off with the egg cocotte. It came in a martini glass, with something resembling pesto at the bottom, and barely coddled egg yolks hiding in a pool of cream and mushroom. It was marvelous, even Maureen would like this one I think. A great beginning. He poured a lovely chardonnay to go with this.

The second plate was simply grilled large prawns, which were still alive in the sushi-like display case at the counter! They were sweet and delicious, though I preferred the langoustine from the other day.

After the two courses, he asked if I was hungry enough for a large dish, or should he choose me another small one to finish. He looked truly surprised when I said I could do with another small and then a large one!

The next thing that appeared was a plate of grilled lamb chop with rosemary. Every bite of the meat was perfectly seasoned, cooked and perfumed. It was also served with a side of pommes purée, and luckily this one was perfect. Christophe poured a great Bordeaux to accompany my meat dishes.

When he took away the plate after I was done, he asked me again if I wanted a large dish to finish. As if on a dare I said yes, though I was beginning to feel a few pounds heavier. This is a matter of face now, and I wasn’t going to lose it!!

I told him I simply adored the caille caramélisée I had yesterday. He said since this was my last day in Paris, would I like to repeat it. I said why not. And so I had the caille again, and it was as perfect as it was yesterday. I even finished the pommes purée as well.

For dessert he suggested a mango concoction with a sorbet of raspberry and a tuille cookie. His favorite on the menu, he said. It was simply wonderful. I liked it as much as I did the peach and sorbet from the first day.

All in all, I think this place is great. For a single diner, as I was at all of my three lunches, the collection of smaller dishes and some larger ones were perfect. I got to try as many things I wanted, all without wasting much on the plate. I had some great conversation with the neighbors, it appeared the sushi bar setting got even the French to have small talks with strangers. I paid about 100 euro for each of my lunches, and love them almost as much as my dinner at L’Arpège a few nights before.

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  • licie

    Very interesting site – a good resource for everybody!

  • conchens

    Ohhh, Thanks so much for the detailed descriptions– I will visit this place- but you seemed to have spent twice as much money as all of the other guide review say you could…..

  • Jamie

    Cheers Pim
    After having read your experiences at L’Atelier de JR, I had to experience it for myself. Agreed that it is a great place for dining solo, it encourages you to mingle with the neighbors.
    As I was there for dinner, I ordered the “Tastes and Discoveries” 98 Euro tasting menu. Courses were as follows;
    Amuse: Grilled razor clam with arugula puree, red pepper and confit of endive.
    1. Foie Gras poached in a beurre noir with lardons, chive and spring onion. (Foie gras was amazing in texture, and the sauce…had to sop it up with crusty baguette)
    2. Foie Gras terrine en croute with aspic and beet essence (your favorite :-) great texture and flavor, terrine studded with pistachios.
    3. Egg Cocotte (as you had), the “pesto” like substance tasted mostly of spinach and mushroom. The martini glass was a nice touch.
    4. Pan roasted diver scallop (one very large and succulent scallop) with passion fruit puree, coriander seed and persian lime vinaigrette. Incredibly sweet and just barely sauteed scallop, topped with a little red pepper flake to add spice in contrast to the sweet passion fruit.
    5. Veal chop with rosemary and pommes puree with shaved white truffle and white truffle oil. Absolutely without a doubt, the most amazing potato dish I’ve ever had, though I suspect it was more than half butter and cream :-)
    Very tender and perfectly cooked veal chops, bursting with rosemary flavor.
    6. Rice Pudding with caramel ice cream and savory caramel tuile. Now, when I heard the waiter say “rice pudding” I thought I was in a deli somewhere in nyc for a second, but it was quite amazing in texture. The caramel was a perfect match in flavor.
    7. Swimming peach in basil and lime sorbet. Favorite of the 2 desserts.
    I had the waiter pair wines for each course as well, and he was also gracious enough to only give me a half glass (and charge for one as well) for each dish, as a bottle and half of wine would possibly put me on the floor :-) And, as you can see I really don’t remember most of the producers unfortunately, perhaps a little drunk on the cuisine.
    1. Jaques Sellosse Brut NV – while I waited in the hotel lobby
    2. Voignier – my choice, don’t remember the vintner
    3. Marsanne/Rousanne
    4. Chardonnay
    5. Cabernet Sauvignon/Cabernet Franc/Malbec
    6. Sauternes (made in the style of spanish cava, sparkling dessert wine)
    7. Grand Marinier
    coffee.
    All in all, well worth the price tag, next time I’m in Paris, will definitely return for lunch, opting to save dinner for L’Arpege.
    Looking forward to reading more culinary adventures.

  • http://londonfood.typepad.com Howard

    Robuchon has finally arrived in London with a three floor site close to the Ivy. My friends and I had a fantastic lunch there on Saturday. Review and pics here: http://londonfood.typepad.com/stuff/2006/09/haute_haute_hea.html

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