This past week has added to my roster of great French restaurants in San Francisco. The list used to be Chez Spencer, Chez Papa, L'Ardoise, and RN74 (but only for the food).Thursday I went to Grand Cafe with two good friends up from LA.
The place has a unique vibe. That doesn't mean it's got a better thing going on than any other French or non-French restaurant in the city, just that I don't know of another place with the 40s Ritz experience ... very high ceilings, chandeliers, black-aproned waiters, Le Monty Plein* as it were.
I had (surprise, surprise) the salad with lardons and a poached egg, followed by Cassoulet (basically, a meat paella). 10/10.
My friends dined equally well, aside from George complaining that his salad was "gritty" (preceded by a kerfuffle over his martini having some foreign additive and followed by his coffee tasting "sandy"). David was his usual suave self, and seemed to enjoy his meal as much as I did, and George secretly did.
All in all, not the ideal place for every group, but for at least 33.3% of our party it was fabulous.
* Le Monty Plein = The Full Monty, for our garlic crunching beret wearing brothers
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