Pompette makes a quiet case that France’s real gift to the world isn’t wine, fashion or philosophy. It’s knowing how to do dinner properly.
I went for the sweetbreads. The menu had other ideas and swapped them for a terrine of foie gras, duck and cherries. On paper that should’ve been a disaster. It wasn’t. It was so good it might have ruined every other starter I’ll ever eat.
You eat extremely well, get looked after properly, and walk out wondering why most restaurants make the whole thing so difficult.
