La Grande Boucherie or the great butchery, is a fine dining French restaurant nestled inside…read moreWashington DC's Penn Quarter. The restaurant, which opened in April this year, occupies the former National Bank. Apparently, the building sat vacant for thirty or so years and the facelift that followed is nothing short of exquisite.
I just had a pipe break in my basement, and I can assure you the facelift required to repair the ruined walls will look more like a haunted version of the classic cinema Face Off. Seriously though, anyone who has visited La Grande Boucherie can appreciate the time, and attention to detail they put into designing the restaurant. It's breathtakingly beautiful. From the greenery, the stained-glass windows, the bar, to the pictures around the restaurant. I was awestruck.
My wife and I stopped in on Monday to have lunch. We parked just around the corner in a parking garage, but the restaurant does offer valet parking.
After walking in, patrons are greeted by the red staired carpet, a gold ceiling and lots of green. Of course, there's more but those were the first few things that jumped out to me.
The restaurant is decorated in the style of Art Nouveau or new art. If you've visited the sculpture garden in DC, there is restored "Metropolitan" entrance which was designed by Hector Guimard in the same style.
We were greeted by Chris, the bartender and the only waiter serving on the floor from what we saw and were led to a table by the piano. Chris failed to introduce himself and I had to ask for his name. He dropped the drink menus and headed into the back to take care of his other tables. As he was the only waiter, service was a bit slower than expected.
There were only a few other tables occupied and overall, we spent nearly two hours in the restaurant from start to finish which I felt was a bit too long for lunch. By the end my buns had rejected the stiff wood chair, and my back was screaming, begging for relief. But more on that later.
Before our lunch, I had read the restaurants vision of "classic and modern French dishes" and so I did my best to keep an open mind when I ordered and tasted everything. To begin, my wife ordered a Mayan Punch while I had the Old Fashion.
The Mayan Punch is made with Don Julio's Blanco, one of my favorite liquors, and its taste was nothing short of amazing. It was topped with a pineapple and a dried red pepper. We both enjoyed it. Whereas the Old Fashion was sweeter than I expected. The restaurant uses Wild Turkey, which is a mediocre, cheaper bourbon, personally, I would've selected Buffalo Trace over Wild Turkey but that's me. And, as Chris, our waiter, informed me that the sweetness was likely due to the Lavender and Plum. My wife loved it, (but she loves anything sweet) whereas I, who enjoys drinking his bourbon straight, sometimes with a single ice cube or smoked wasn't as much of a fan of it as she was.
For an appetizer, my wife chose Les Moules a la Poulette while I went with the classic Soupe a L'oignon (French Onion). The muscles, tasted divine, my wife and I both enjoyed the rich tasting muscles coupled with the white wine and what I thought was a hint of mustard. To be quite honest, my wife hates mustard, so I was surprised she loved the dish as much as she did. The French Onion soup was more cheese than soup. Don't get me wrong, I love cheese, I love cheese so much that I could swim inside a fondue. While the soup was good, it just wasn't what I was expecting. I shared with the waiter that I grew up on French Onion soup. It was a staple inside our home but since we weren't that well off, our soups were more well soup than cheese. Cheese was expensive. Therefore, maybe my opinion favors a higher soup to cheese ratio rather than what was served at the restaurant. I'm sure others will like it.
At this point I was ready for my second drink, and Chris recommended the Sazerac - a bourbon, cognac and absinthe cocktail. It did not fail to disappoint. To be frank, this cocktail tasted more old fashion than the old fashion itself. That is to say you could taste the alcohol, and I was happily at ease with this in my hand.
For lunch, my wife ordered the Saumon Roti, while I chose the French Dip. The Salmon followed the muscles' theme of having a great rich tasting salmon, coupled with a mustardy tasting paste. My life was happily in heaven with her Salmon while I was left on the front porch in the rain wondering if I had made a mistake by ordering the classics.
Chris had counseled me to choose the wagyu burger, and here's a tip that usually works out in your favor, if the waiter tells you to order something, you should probably order it considering their experience will almost always trump your opiniated tastebuds. I'm kicking myself as I write this review for not following his advice.
Anyway, the French dip wasn't at all bad, but it arrived plated with fries, accompanied by mayo, gravy and was missing the horseradish.