It had been a very, very long time since my last meal at Club Chasse et Peche. Too long. And those light summer lunches at the Chateau Ramezay don’t count. I think highly of CCP, but I’m not in love with it. Not so the JJ, who eats here semi-regularly and insisted on it this night. Service was disorganized–definitely not up to CCP’s normal standards, but still better than most places. Lots of staff standing around with smiles but not a lot getting done, as if the United Nations had  been put in charge of front of house. We were sat in the less nice ”grotto” to the side of the main dining room which still kind of feels like a Restaurant Makeover version of the Regal Beagle (see Three’s Company, circa 1981).  This disappointed me until I spied someone in the main room with a baby, a pram and God knows what else at which point I was just thankful for the distance. I don’t know who you people are who think that bringing a shrieking infant to a fine dining restaurant is OK, but I am pretty certain there is a special place in hell for you.

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