Location: Bistro Provence
Date: November 14, 2007
Robb Walsh, who is quite possibly my favorite food journalist and who we Houstonians can proudly call one of our own, has a timely review of Bistro Provence up at the Houston Press. I say “timely,” because I just ate there for the third time two weeks ago. I had mixed emotions about my last visit, so I’m glad to see that a professional food critic has vindicated my feelings about the place, whether he knows it or not.
We took my Day Job boss to Bistro Provence for her ten-year anniversary with my company. Since there were six of us, I called the restaurant the day before our lunch to make sure that they could accomodate six people during their busy lunch rush. The person who answered the phone sounded harried and uninterested at the same time, even though I made sure to call around 3:30 pm (hoping to catch them in between the lunch and dinner rushes). He snootily told me that they don’t accept reservations, something of which I’m very well aware, and I told him so. He responded with, “Okay, then you know we don’t take reservations. Just show up and you’ll be seated.” And then abruptly hung up the phone.
The next day, the group of us showed up at 12:30. The parking lot was full, as always, but we were heartened by the fact that several tables outside on the popular patio area were empty. Inside the restaurant, several other tables were empty as well, but they were all two-tops: nothing large enough to accomodate our group. Every table seemed to be inhabited by — quite fittingly — actual French people enjoying their traditional long lunches with bottles of wine. The boss loved the quaintness and “authenticity” of the place, and she happily agreed to wait for a table.
…this was a bad idea. Continue reading Bistro Provence