Prophets have a rich tradition of wandering the Earth before finally setting up shop -- Muhammed went to the Mountain for knowledge, while the Heaven's Gate guy went to Niketown for 38 pairs of white sneaks. There's a new religion in town, and its church is L'Ardoise
L'Ardoise is the "tuned up bistro fare" vision of Thierry Clement, a culinary Jesus who gleaned wisdom along the way from the Alps of France to the Triangle of Duboce, converting coworkers during stints at Frisson, Fringale, and Chez Papa (because naming it after Chef Bulow would've invited reversal of fortune).
The space is cozy, filled with intimate two-to-four tops surrounded by Parisian touches like flea market lamps, a daily specials chalkboard, and a lonely little French boy searching miserably for his red balloon.
Menu highlights include obsessively executed dishes like warm goat cheese walnut vinaigrette salad over toasted bread and baked apple; and an almond-crusted barramundi with sautéed royal trumpet mushrooms and lobster bisque reduction -- a process you'll wish were applied to the menu verbiage
Once L'Ardoise is up and running, they'll launch an extended-menu weekend brunch. Rumor has it the osso bucco will kill, so don't be caught without your Nikes.