My entrée, however, was foreshadowing toward the rapid decline ahead. I got the scallops with short rib ravioli. The scallops were great, it was the ravioli & short ribs that fell short. Also, a weird culinary combination in hindsight.
But then dessert came and once again all was right with the world. The profiteroles were excellent. Flaky and crsipy and done with hazelnut ice cream instead of the usual vanilla. I loved it.
So with two different dishes flirting with Ultimate status I had to rush back with the wife. So, a month or so later we returned and that’s when the honeymoon ended- with Millesime, not the wife.
My how far they’d fallen. The Caesar was soggy and over dressed, the profiteroles were doughy and service was poor. It was enough to make me wish the Carlton was a time machine and I was eating at Country (RIP) instead.