I think it helps to go to Leopold without any preconceived ideas of what it "should" be. If you focus on whether the place meets this or that standard of Belgian atmosphere, and if you care whether the dishes adhere to some arbitrary notion of French or Beligian or Canadian authenticity, you may be disappointed. If, instead, you seek to appreciate Leopold's food and atmosphere for what they are, an excellent meal awaits.
Take the cassoulet, for example - perhaps my favorite of an array of very good dishes we had last night. In an "authentic" cassoulet, the beans cook forever with very fatty meats, eventually forming a thick, incredibly rich, stomach-coating and artery-clogging mass that all melds together. At Leopold, the integrity of each ingredient in the cassoulet is preserved. Braised rabbit is tender, pulls easily from the bone, and has subtle but distinct flavor. Sausage is juicy, salty and has a nice little kick. Pork belly pieces are crisp on the outside and luscious in the middle, with a pleasant bit of chew to them. And the beans manage to pick up all of the flavors from the dish plus some nice acid from a touch of tomato, and rather than break down into spackle, they remain their tender, creamy individual selves.
I doubt that the seared foie gras with cranberry compote and brussels sprout leaves was taken from the menu of any of the Belgian restaurants the chef visited in his travels, but it was fantastic nonetheless. Perfectly cooked, sweet goose liver with a smooth-as-silk cranberry puree that was neither overly sour nor overly sweet, balanced well by the crunch and slight bitterness of the brussels sprout leaves.
Smoked rabbit was terrific too, with a deeper-than-expected penetration of smoke flavor and tender meat that hadn't dried out at all. With chewy, well-salted spaetzle that had been studded with what I think were some boozy sour cherries, this dish was hearty and wintry, but also well-rounded and relatively light. If I were a solo diner, this would probably be my top choice for dinner at Leopold.
While I liked every dish we had, some weren't quite as wonderful as the three above. A rabbit terrine felt a little dry, and wasn't helped by a thicker-than-it-needed-to-be layer of caul fat that tasted like wet paper, and whole black peppercorns that overwhelmed the subtle flavor. Veal sweetbreads were well-prepared, but served with a sunchoke puree that I didn't enjoy. When they're young and fresh, sunchokes have a light, delicate flavor that meshes well with other things, but as they mature in storage they take on a woodsy, bitter and - to me - unpleasant taste. I think these sunchokes were too old. Two of the three desserts on the menu were tasty, but I thought the "Belgian waffle" dessert tasted burnt and the texture was too uniformly crispy, without any interior tenderness. There was ice cream served with it, so maybe they're going for the texture of a waffle cone instead of a waffle.
Going back to things that might disappoint people if they come in with specific expectations, the Belgian beer selection at Leopold was more limited than I thought it would be, with a substantial proportion of American brews rounding out the list, which as a whole was much smaller than what you'll find at Hopleaf and other places that specialize in beer. Leopold doesn't, as far as I know, claim such a specialization, which might explain why the wine list was pretty extensive, with a nice emphasis on German, Alsatian and Austrian whites that paired well with the food.
I liked the meal a lot. I should note that I dined with a friend of the house, and although we paid for our meal, the chef did send out a couple of on-the-house dishes that we hadn't ordered. I arrived about 30 minutes early to hang out at the bar, and it's worth noting that the whole staff treated me warmly and graciously without any idea who my dining companions were going to be. The bar stools happen to be plush and comfortable, and I foresee a solo, dine-at-the-bar stop at Leopold in my near future.
...defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions." Screwtape in
The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis
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