Thanks to a lovely talk on representations of the heavens in Medieval Rus, my department treated a few of us to dinner with the guest speaker tonight at a nearby French restaurant I'd never noticed before, Matignon. The building had the comfortable amience of a converted house, bland decor eclipsed by full linens and candlelight. Our waiter thoughtfully found an out-of-the-way place for our academic luggage, backpacks and briefcases, always an issue at after-talk dinners.
Three of us began with the Soupe de Poisson, a pleasant, very smooth blend of fish with a tomato base. The waiter served us dollops of mayonnaise with saffron into the soup. Saffron might've gone quite nicely with the soup, but I wasn't sure I could taste it in the mayonnaise. The croutons and cheese (of some sort) were well worth having, though. The rest of the group opted for bruschetta, served with goat's cheese, tomato, and garlic - none of them mentioned how they were, so I can't tell you.
My julienned striploin of lamb was a daily special, marinated and underflavored, but cooked perfectly. The tenderness was lovely, but the flavor lacked. The crême brûlée with which I finished was slightly beyond caramelized: it was somewhat burnt. I found the citrus lumps in the custard rather odd.
All the food was competent, but not very interesting. For those who prefer their food underflavored, this would be a lovely restaurant. As for me, I would willingly go back, but I certainly wouldn't seek it out.