Charming ambiance. Uneven service. Some excellent dishes. BUT the rolls in the bread basket tasted (and looked) remarkably like the kind that pop out of a tube. I am positive that's what they were. Duck confit is not melting tender. It's a duck leg. The meat is tough-ish, and it doesn't shred. If it isn't tender enough to shred--sorry, it's not confit. The goat cheese salad was superb. The spinach mushroom crepe was in a flavorless, watery brownish sauce. Ugh. The drinks decent. But please do not think you are experiencing a taste of France, or even the taste of a carefully prepared American French meal. It's more like what in the olden days used to be called "continental cuisine"--to the old timers out there, I mean that as the insult it is.
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