Jenny (I’m Never Full), Fulmer, my mother and I went to Le Mistral on Sunday evening, hoping to round off HRW at our favorite French restaurant. Apparently, that wasn’t in the cards, since they’d already run out of the one menu item that we all came to try: the double pork chop with apricot chutney. Le sigh. The replacement menu item was the terrifically boring chicken. Le double sigh.
We all decided just to make a meal of it and forget about HRW (sorry, End Hunger Network…). I’m glad that we did, because the food we ended up ordering off the regular menu was wonderful. The service (as Fulmer and Jenny have already pointed out) was severely lacking that night, but the food more than compensated for our appallingly clueless waiter.
In lieu of a full review here on she eats., I’ve posted the review and photos on Houstonist. I figured that since it wasn’t a HRW dinner after all, I was free to review it on its own merits, which I did:
Towards the middle of our dinner, Cleverley Stone (Ms. HRW herself) came and joined us at our table. She’d been there with another party earlier that evening, but I’m glad she chose to round out her evening with us. Aside from being an all-around fun dinner guest, we gleaned all kinds of juicy restaurant news tidbits that we aren’t yet allowed to share. But rest assured that as soon as Cleverley makes them officially public, I’ll let you know!
Go check out the review at Houstonist and I’ll see y’all back here tomorrow…