Love French food. It's by far my favorite cuisine. Wine, bread, cheese, mussels, steak frites,creme brulee, and chocolate pot-de-creme. The French have got it down. When I want to get my French food fix, I prefer bistros over a formal setting. Barbette, in the Uptown neighborhood of Minneapolis usually does it for me. My Mom and Step-Dad were in town over the weekend and treated us to dinner. Barbette did not disappoint. The atmosphere is cozy, eclectic, bohemian hipster-like. Of course the moment we sat down, my very vocal 4 -year-old had to shout about and point to the painting of a naked woman's backside on the wall:)
We started dinner with a bottle of Cotes-du-Rhone red wine, mussels, and the olive plate. Wine was perfect. The mussells were ok. . .I've had better at Barbette before. They needed more flavor. Olives were warm and delicious; served with grilled crostini.
Entrees were incredible. The server was nice enough to offer to have the chef make a grilled cheese with frites for Jack. I had a nibble of his sandwich and frites. . .yum.
The guys had the steak frites. I didn't taste the steak, but was told it was prepared perfectly. . . so much so that Jack kept asking for more bites.
My Mom and I had the fish special, cod with hen of the woods mushrooms, leeks, and topped with beet greens and black truffle emulsion. Pure heaven.
Dessert--always creme brulee for Courtland. . .he likes to crack the top (just like Amelie's dad). We also shared the molten chocolate cake with salted caramel and ice cream.
Perfect way to end dinner.
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