So GQ recently published its 10 best restaurants in NYC, and the food critic has seriously gotten me drooling all over my keyboard. Especially his description of Per Se, which made it sound like some far away land where all your dreams about food and life come true.
The meals are so long—nine courses plus canapés and petits fours—that seasons seem to change while you’re seated in the main dining room, looking over Central Park. Service is too intimate and too loquacious—I feel the way I did as a kid when my Aunt Bella trapped me in a corner and started meddling in my personal life.
But it gets better:
Thomas Keller’s cuisine, French technique combined with American creativity, is extraordinary, gorgeous, and unlike anyone else’s. A foie gras terrine with all manner of brilliant accents had more colors than a Kandinsky painting.
Wait, what? a Kandinsky painting?? with foie gras?? omfg. sounds a bit like a melted paddlepop ice cream, BUT i’m sure, tastes amazing. Give me amazing french food, while lounging on soft velvety couches in a salon overlooking central park, any day.