We live in the Bay Area where great food experiences are not just encouraged, they are expected. When it comes to restaurants, we are serial daters committed to the free-love food culture. That said, I was stunned to find that Garcon had somehow wiggled its way into my heart. We are in a committed relationship (and true to French heritage, he tolerates that I still sleep around a bit on the other side of town.)
Before I get all misty eyed, let me recount why I love Garcon. The setting: small and intimate, it feels exclusive and authentic. The bar: stellar cocktails and the best people-mingling this side of New York. The service: efficient, knowledgable, and reminiscent of the best professional waiters in France. (Yes, that's a compliment.) And the food. Oh, the FOOD!
We have never had a bad meal here. They have accommodated every request with pleasure. Gluten-free? No problem. Dairy intolerant? No problem. Egg allergy? No problem. And with all those restrictions, they didn't just deliver a bland plate of vegetables and rice. Oh, no. Every plateful was rich and wonderful and laced with seductive flavor. I am salivating over the memories. Scallops. Duck. Creme brulee. Oh my!
As I finish this review, I hope and pray that Garcon continues to deliver like this forever. Please Garcon, don't ever change. While I can't offer marriage, I really do want and need a stable restaurant relationship in San Francisco.