review: atonal…

Statistics alone would suggest that, of the twenty-plus meals I had in Europe earlier this year, there would be at least one dud. I just didn’t expect it to be l’Astrance. Perennially celebrated by chefs and “lists,” Pascal Barbot’s restaurant in Paris’s upper-crust 16eme is considered by many to be one of the best in […]


Statistics alone would suggest that, of the twenty-plus meals I had in Europe earlier this year, there would be at least one dud.

I just didn’t expect it to be l’Astrance.

Perennially celebrated by chefs and “lists,” Pascal Barbot’s restaurant in Paris’s upper-crust 16eme is considered by many to be one of the best in the world.  And its climb to three Michelin stars was one of the fastest.

Sadly, based on my meal there in January, I can’t join in their enthusiasm.

*       *       *

2nd Course: Saint-Jacques Dorées

*       *       *

Ingredient quality was not our objection.  In fact, the produce, fish, and meat were all exceptional.

Plating and presentation couldn’t have been lovelier.

And the execution, with the exception of a couple of slightly overcooked langoustines and some gritty cockles, was unimpeachable.  The stunningly cooked sea bass at course four, alone, was evidence enough of this kitchen’s capabilities.

But the flavors. Oy.

Of the three or four different menus offered, my friend – a regular and friend of the house – and I chose the top tasting menu (but not the seasonal, special menu with black truffles), which clocked in at around 190€.

Here is what we had:

Amuse Bouches

Soupe de Pain Grillé
Brioche avec Truffe Noir
Pommes et Amandes

1st Course
Foie gras Mariné au Verjus 
Galette de champignon de Paris, pâte de citron confit.

2nd Course
Saint-Jaques Dorées
Mousse de lait, huître raidie, beurre de Kombu, fleurs sauvages.

3rd Course
Langoustine Poché 
Pâte de crevette épicée, croustillant concombre-piment, sauce Saté.

4th Course
Jus de mandarine, ravioles de Cédrat, condiment épinard et cumin.

5th Course
Cochon Confit 
Cockles and black bean sauce.

Cochon Confit
Feuille de chou cuisinée au Parmesan, purée de noix et Parmesan.

6th Course
Truffe Noir
Celery root puree, Parmesan potato puree, black truffle puree, and black truffles.

7th Course
Cuit à la poêle, aubergine laquée au Miso, curry noir, ail noir, jus de cuisson.

8th Course
Mousse de Pomme de Terre
Fromage blanc, glace de vanille.

9th Course
Citronnelle et Piment
En sorbet.

10th Course
Tiramisu à Notre Façon 

11th Course
Glacé miel et orange, crème de thé vert.

12th Course
Sorbet Poire et Cannelle 
Biscuit Spéculoos.


Les Fruits
Madeleines au Miel de Châtaignier
Lait de Poule au Jasmin

CLICK HERE to see all of the photos from this meal.

*       *       *


*       *       *

I’ve encountered some pretty outlandish attempts at “fusion” cooking, at both the higher and lower ends of the culinary spectrum.  And a couple of the plates we got at l’Astrance were among the strangest, if not the worst examples I’ve ever had – crude and groundless approximations of Asian flavors that, like a bull in a china closet, carried little regard for subtlety.*

Those slightly over-poached langoustines came with a chunky satay sauce that, other than an aggressive infusion of lemongrass, was indistinguishable from something you’d find at a mediocre Thai restaurant.  As my friend aptly put it, blindfolded, you could have been eating this out of a take-out box.  And blindfolded, you might miss the langoustines altogether. The sauce was so thick and spiced you really couldn’t taste anything else on the plate.

At course number five came a gorgeous slice of confit pork that was unfortunately accosted by a (fermented) black bean sauce so sweet it might have been caramel.  The cockles had sand in them.  I rarely see train wrecks in restaurants.  This was a pretty gruesome one.

We both stopped eating.  With a pretty direct message, my friend sent our plates back to the kitchen.  Our server couldn’t have been more gracious about it, or sincerely concerned.

The apologies lasted a couple of courses, as our pork was replaced anew with the version from one of the other menus. This one was painted with Western umami – cabbage, Parmesan, and a rich demi glace.  This was delicious.

And following that, the kitchen sent out a trio of purees – celery root, Parmesan-nut, and black truffle – topped with black truffle slices.  This one too, was delicious.

*       *       *

4th Course: Bar

*       *       *

Barbot’s fascination with the Asian and exotic bled less harmfully over the rest of our meal.  Although, we did suffer a plate of underripe tropical fruits at the end, a tradition, I understand, that is perpetuated despite the season.

In quite a few dishes, I wondered whether Barbot was trying a little too hard to be different.  Some of the compositions were off-key.

Postage stamp squares of “kombu butter,” alone, were way too strong, concentrated jellies of soy sauce and seaweed. But mixed and melted into a frothy milk mousse, it became more palatable, a briny sauce for a beautifully cooked scallop.

The mandarin orange sauce that came with that fabulous slice of sea bass was a little sweet for me.  And the ravioli of cedrat a touch too perfumey.  But the tight little quenelle of cumin-spiked spinach was all the condiment I needed.  Take away all the rest, and this fish course was easily the most impressive dish of the day.

And there was a blushing cut of venison – nicely cooked – served with a dark curry sauce, black garlic, and Miso-glazed eggplant. Together, it was a bit sombre and serious, but solid and safe. Nothing new was gained after the first bite.

*       *       *

12th Course: Sorbet Poire et Cannelle

*       *       *

Were there no true pleasures?

Thankfully, there were a few, most of which appeared at either end of our meal, where the food seemed to stay closer to home.

At the beginning, there was a delicious slice of toasted brioche slathered with melted cheese flecked with black truffles.  Beside the mini truffled toasts were marzipan chips piped with apple puree, a crunchy, sweet and sour croquant. These were great too.

At the end, I really loved a quenelle of pear and cinnamon sorbet, even if the bars of spéculoos underneath were completely forgettable.  There was also an exquisite vanilla ice cream nestled in frothy potato mousse with fromage blanc.**  And the madeleines made with chestnut honey were great, with a deep, sexy voice and a nice golden tan.

And what about Barbot’s famous foie gras and mushroom stack?  It was alright. I wish there was more foie gras and less mushroom, and I’ll note that the citrus confit served on the side was a misfit.  Personally, I found Stephen Harris’s version, which was inspired by Barbot’s, to be more satisfying and – well –  inspired.

*       *       *

8th Course: Mousse de Pomme de Terre

*       *       *

Can my disappointments be simply blamed on a difference in taste?  You know, Sondheim makes me cringe.

For Barbot’s (and Sondheim’s) sake, I’d like to think so.

But my lunchmate, who has been to l’Astrance many times and, according to him, has had excellent meals there, agreed that we saw some particularly piss-poor dishes at this meal.  He’s never sent anything back to the kitchen at l’Astrance before.  So, I can only hope that this experience was a sad exception.

I don’t need bel canto from a meal, as lush and easily digestible as that would be.  But I do need a little melody.  The tune at l’Astrance was a little hard to swallow.

What a pity.

4 rue Beethoven
Paris 75016

*** Michelin 


* At the risk of appearing histrionic, I nearly gagged over the rich, jasmine-infused “lait de poule” (think eggnog) served in hollowed eggshells at the end of the meal. It was far too sweet and cloying.

** Without describing this dish, the server asked me to guess its contents by tasting it. Potato mousse, creme fraiche, vanilla ice cream, and thyme was my final answer.  I was off by one – it was fromage blanc, not creme fraiche.  Later, an acquaintance noted that his server had played the same little game with him.

Categories dessert dining michelin restaurant restaurant review travel

Follow ulterior epicure

Featured in this post:


France Paris, France

Leave a Reply

9 replies on “review: atonal…”

I normally like your writing… but that piece smacked of the worst, pretentious crap like.. Oh I loved all those other 15 three star places, don’t want to look like a suck hole.. time to slam this place..just the worst pretentious writing about all these frou frou courses that no one likes eating except pretentious food critics.. and for some unfathomable reason chefs like serving – the sound of one person or is two jerking off???

@David: I was waiting for someone to make that comment. Congratulations for being the one. I’m sorry you see things that way. I have no idea why you’d think I’d slam a restaurant for no other reason than to avoid being perceived as a “suck hole.” And I hardly count this as a slam. Count the number of positive things I had to say about our meal. But, overall, this was a pretty disappointing experience. Most of the dishes just didn’t make much sense.

Hi UE,

Unlike your trip my recent travels remained confined to Paris – during that visit I ate at six of the Michelin-3 Stars and four of the Michelin-2 Stars plus a number of bistros and L’Astrance was the only meal I regret.

Your comment “But the flavors. Oy.” could not be more spot on – while there were no dreadful dishes with sand during our meal, only two courses of the twelve truly impressed – a lovely deconsructed lamb with neck, kidney, and saddle and a guinea fowl that was spot on. The rest of the dishes varied from overly-citrus to boring to okay and when we mentioned this to our server (after seeing a lovely looking pigeon received by the table next to us) he said “the chef deisgns the meal in his way.”

For our comment we did not receive the potato/fromage blanc dish (given to every other table in the small dining room) – just the ample bill.

@uhockey, You mentioned to me that you’d had one disappointing meal during your trip to Paris. As I was reading this review, it occurred to me that L’Astrance might have been it. I see I guessed right. Quel dommage!

@Chef David, That’s our u.e. Always classy!

@uhockey: Since this review published, I’ve received a number of emails from strangers confiding their recent disappointments at l’Astrance. Perhaps the kitchen is going through an experimental phase and hasn’t quite found its footing yet?

@Chef David and The Wizard of Roz: Thanks for your votes of confidence.

Wow, I had looked at the l’Astrance photos on your flickr photostream ahead of this review. The food you ate looked so beautiful I assumed you would be positive. Appearances clearly deceive! One thing I would note is that this seems to be a rare meal where (despite your being with a regular) you don’t seem to have organized ahead of time (aside from just reserving) or to have been treated with quite the kind of preferential treatment you clearly experience at some other restaurants. As a result, I actually find this review (and many of your older ones) more useful. Although I doubt being more of a V.I.P. at l’Astrance would have necessarily made much difference. Thank you also for giving the pricing. That’s always helpful.

@Ben: Never judge a book by its cover, or a restaurant by the way its plates look. Unquestionably, l’Astrance put out some of the most beautiful food I’ve ever seen.

Time was, I was truly an ulterior epicure, free to move about the cabin unnoticed. Now, my veil has thinned and preferential treatment is sometimes hard to avoid, especially since I’ve become friends with a number of chefs I admire. It’s hard to keep things separate after that. But, in my posts, I try to remain as objective as I can. I hope my readers know that.