Went here last Valentine's upon a recommendation. Definitely won't return.
I can deal with a predictable menu (greens with parmesan and truffle oil, lobster risotto, some kind of gnocchi convolution, obligatory dish with duck leg "confit", unnecessary berries in at least one savory dish, etc) if the food is good, but I wouldn't say this place delivered at all. When the first thing you smell when you walk through the door is truffle oil, and they finish almost every dish with it, you might as well have smelled a rat. Resorting to truffle oil makes it feel like amateur night.
Between the two of us: wild mushroom risotto with escargot. Finished with truffle oil, and it completely overpowered the escargot.
Blueberry risotto with duck "leg" confit. The duck was just roasted and not confit as advertized, and it was also finished with truffle oil. I thought, of the two non-salad, non-"soupe" apps, it must be safe, but was wrong.
Rabbit fricassee with tarragon biscuit. Fricassee is usually not as thin as water. The sauce was flavored nicely, but you would have to eat it with a spoon because it didn't stick to anything. The rabbit was completely flavorless. It's like they seasoned it, boiled it, and reheated it in the fricassee liquid. The biscuit was super-good, but it certainly didn't save the dish. The broth should have been flavored with tarragon, and not smothered in chives. Not a bad mix of flavors, but the execution was terrible.
Duck "confit" cassoulet. This, again, tasted pretty good, but was slapped together. The duck was, as expected at this point, roasted, not confit. In the top half of the dish, the beans weren't even close to cooked. Bottom half, the beans were tender. Maybe they added some beans after 6 hours of cooking because there weren't enough in the beginning, then let the whole pot just sit. Sausage was totally unremarkable.
By this point we had a collection of bone fragments on a napkin from various places they shouldn't have been.
Her blueberry cobbler arrived with a tiny sliver, about 6 inches long, of the end of a stiff plastic bag or some kind of container. In my dessert, the fruit and cheese plate, the apple slivers were cut from the side of an apple where there was an inch long, 1/2 inch deep bruise. There's no way whoever fanned the slices out didn't notice.
I didn't think I would have had to go safe at a place like this, but I should have just ordered steak frites and the green salad.