Crashing at someone else's place can wear on you -- the couch grows uncomfortable, there's no where to unpack, and Kate Hudson always ends up being way less hot in person. Plus everyone calls you "Dupree". Packing its bags and moving into its own space, Petit Robert Central, opening Monday.
After temporarily living in a pop-up spot within Felt, the fifth sibling in the burgeoning upscale-bistro empire is taking up residence in the labyrinthine one-time Vinalia space, whose dark wood table-/grey banquette-appointed dining room and wraparound bar-/enormous chalkboard-abetted salon are now partitioned by a barn wood wall, and flanked by floor-to-ceiling metal columns with decorative globes of moss that won't stop complaining they're totally under-appreciated. Biz lunches're tent-poled by sandwich options like open-faced sardine/oil tartine jobs, and baguettes stuffed with ratatouille gratin, plus heartier fare like hachis parmentier, a Lyonnaise-sauced Gallic shepherd's pie, also a baaaaahd song by La Warrante. Dinner dates, meanwhile, will stare in horror as you devour duck confit w/ sausage & braised cabbage; panko-crusted pork loin sided by mashed potato croquettes; organic calf's liver sautéed w/ caramelized onion & bacon; and dual tarragon-sauce'd grilled lamb tongues, a sad reminder this is the last time they'll get Frenched.
And if apres-work's your thing, PRC's serving tasty bar snacks of Escargots Bourguignons and applewood smoked salmon to go with craft brews and specialty cocktails, from seasonal house-infused Henessy Sidecars, to the Tranquility, a blend of jasmine-lavender-tea-infused vodka and St Germaine they call "relaxing and exotic" -- explain that to the person next to you and prepare for everyone to call you "Douchee".