Le Petite Boucherie, West Village. Rating: *
If a French person visited this restaurant, they might mistake themselves for being in England. The food here is DISGUSTING, dear reader, and that is a word one never uses lightly.
I had the misfortune to visit this establishment on a Saturday, drawn in of course by the bright open-air setting like a moth to a candle. Seated comfortably by the window, I asked my waiter what they might recommend – and was informed anything in a box represented a signature dish. A cocktail came first, which was nice and well-decorated – if not a bit sugary. But then came my main course, the ‘les Moules dégoûtantes’, if you will.
Opening the lid of the container, I immediately knew I had made a most dreadful mistake, as the smell that wafted from within reminded my nostrils of a landfill in New Jersey – as opposed to the soothing smell of white wine garlic sauce I had been hoping for. Matters were little better when I tried to eat the food, with mussels collapsing upon contact with my fork and spilling their contents into the pan. Perhaps they had cooked it a little too long? Not good for a ‘French’ restaurant.
My dining companions fared little better, with one declaring the onion soup to be ‘not the best’. At least they got the burger right, I suppose, we are in America after all.
In short, dear reader, it may be best to come to this restaurant to enjoy a cocktail only. I note this restuarant does have 4.7 stars online, but with the social media space completely taken up by mindless TikTokers, what can we really expect?