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https://www.bistropierreliverpool.co.uk/
Bistro Pierre describes itself as an "(a)uthentic French restaurant . . . . [that] delivers in true Gallic style", and the menus - available as downloadable pdf files - seemed promising enough, so a trip into the city for a theatre engagement was my opportunity to give Bistro Pierre a go, despite my wariness at the last published Yelp review being seven years old.
Up a long flight of stairs, which were not appreciated by my arthritic knees, I found an unassuming little bistro, and was guided to a seat by a window. I ordered a Manhattan, which didn't arrive until well after I'd ordered dinner, with an apology that the bartender didn't know how to make one, but had done her best. It was a lovely drink but not a Manhattan. This probably should have been my first clue as to how the evening would progress - did they not have internet on their mobiles at the bar?
As it was Wednesday, I chose the "Wednesday Wine and Dine" fixed price offer: starter, main and a bottle for £23.90. I chose the Garlic & Chili Prawns as starter and the Bouillabaisse as the main (which added an additional £3.50 to the price). The house offers a basic wine choice: red, white or rosé; I opted for the white, which was a 2021 Sauvignon Blanc (not, I should point out, French).
When it came, the starter was bland, swimming in a rather frightening-looking unseasoned tomato sauce (as if the poor prawns had been the only survivors of some horrific seafood slaughter). It was offset by some scared-looking greens. Who could blame them.
The bouillabaisse (rather a small portion, considering the added charge) was so blazingly hot that I was unable to taste it for more than ten minutes - as the time stamps on my chats home, reporting on the meal to an absent friend, will attest. I find it extraordinarily unlikely that that soup came directly from a stove top *cough*microwave*cough*. Once I was finally able to dig in, it was, disappointingly, very average, and accompanied by a plate of wholly unseasoned, bored-looking veg, of which only the spuds were properly cooked. Additionally, some over-buttered plain bread was provided, rather than some crusty bread or baguette or the like. You know: what one might expect at a French bistro on the continent. A "French restaurant in true Gallic style".
Frankly, nothing at Bistro Pierre screams Paris - it barely whispers it. So for me, it's a 'non, merci."