This was a fine meal and the sprial staircase that leads down to the restaurant puts you in no doubt that you are entering a lovely venue and will serve as a very safe bet for any occasion where one wishes to give their partner a very nice experience. That is, after you have managed to find it through various pharmacy and other retail stores including walking through an area of a book store just to get to it.
This L’Atelier is a lot bigger than the West Street (London) branch and being right on the door step of the Champs-Élysées, it is a lovely location to step out in the sun light, on a summer’s evening after being suitably lucbricated inside. This however, does come with a price tag and for two people to have just a couple of drinks and two dishes each will easily put three digits on the actual price tag.
The dishes had on this visit were actually very similar in design to those had in London including the seared foie gras, boar starter with potato sheet across the top and as a slight change, the lobster salad and rabbit dishes also proved to be highly elegant and undeniably sexy all round. The signature chocolate mousse with circular dark chocolate ring on top I have seen many times in the London venue and as pleasant as it was, it simply made me puzzled why this one had two stars and the former only has one star (as in Las Vegas and in Japan alike) as I honestly couldn’t see any difference. Granted I only saw a fraction of the menu in the flesh but those were the honest gut impressions on looking at the menu and from what I saw. However, not regrettable in any way, and the overall effect was one of complete contentment, especially in the effects that the restaurant had to the onward shape of that evening. Thank you, Mr Robuchon.