The day started with a and I making the journey down to Toronto together…along the way she let me have the pleasure of buying her lunch. We arrived at m’s school to pick her up after the end of school. By then I was done with driving and the effed up directions of Google maps.
We went on our way to m’s highrise in the downtown and proceeded to get ready and have a visit with the royal dog, Kevin.
After everyone was cleaned, painted and powdered we said goodbye to the fluff ball and walked to the subway station.
When we arrived at the restaurant, a couple of blocks away from the Sony Centre they proceeded to tell us that they lost our reservation. The French man at the front rolled his eyes when I told him that I made the reservation via the website…ooh. Strike one, Le Papillon. Luckily this was not the tragic foreshadowing that I assumed it would be.
We were seated in the back of the restaurant, and it was fairly full on a Friday night. The clientele ranged from very fancy (a woman in a fur hat! FUR!) to slightly casual. We had an honest to goodness French waiter along with busboys who hovered everytime you put your fork down (perhaps our cousin p should get a job here? He would fit in quite nicely).
The atmosphere was quite nice, I’m told by m that “exposed brick” is fantastical. And the French music that was pumped in the restaurant was zippy without being obnoxious.
M and I started off with some wine (of the Shiraz variety)…mmmm…shiraz.
From there we each chose our dishes…ch-ch-check it out:
Petoncles (scallops)
Crepe au poulet
Can you guess which sister had which dish? Luckily they all rocked the house.
And we couldn’t go to a French restaurant without j ordering the legendary creme brulee. Only, horror of horrors the picture I took of the dessert was deleted on my camera. NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Allow me to describe:
This creme brulee was fantastic. It was a great sounding creme brulee. A could hear it across the table. I’ve never had a creme brulee with this thick of a sugar coating before. This is tricky because the act of the “brulee” is torching the sugar. If you’re not careful you can burn the sugar (instead of deeply carmelizing) and make it taste like feet.
This creme brulee’s sugar was AMAZING. In fact, I will say it. It was the best tasting creme brulee sugar ever. The custard was good, creamy and well set. However it was a bit on the cold side. While cool custard and carmelized sugar tastes amazing, temperature is tricky. Almost amazing. Because of this Le Papillon on Front creme brulee gets a 8/10 rating.
Now here’s a picture that kind of looks like what I had:
Yum.
All in all we had a great meal, with even more amazing company!
Happy Valentine’s Day sistas!
Weyward Sisters 
Sounds like a wonderful time. I guess it’s a good thing that there weren’t any PETA protesters in the restaurant. Your cousin P would like an application and maybe we can change his name to Pierre or Jacques. Maybe your next job should be that of a food critic. The description of the creme brulee was magnifique.
Yes! My cousin would be all kinds of wonderful at that job- and he has the attitude of a French person already (ya know, that “who-do-you-think-you-are?” thing). Maybe we can find some creme brulee in Poland this Spring???
~j