As the other half of Namklim's party, I feel I can only confirm his forensic analysis. We have seen a lot of St Die over the past 20 years, having had a second home there for 10 of them.We knew and loved this restaurant in the early 2000's as the Petit Chantilly, and felt we should try its latest embodiment as the Logan Laugh. Not least in view of the difficulty of eating at any kind of gastronomic level in the immediate area (thank goodness for Alsace but that is an hour away).
Our welcome with the remark "Are you tourists?", and being wedged into a rather modest table so that service involved reaching over us to get to the punter in the corner did not bode well, but worse was to follow.
The first disappointment was the absence of choice on the menus, and as my wife does not eat veal and is not that fond of farmed salmon (from Norway if you please at the Logan) she ate a la carte, i.e. the previously slow cooked (and thus reheated to a lukewarm degree) lamb and a "deconstructed Magnum" (i.e. choc ice) dessert. The latter lacked visual appeal, say no more in polite company.The former arrived on a cool plate, and suffered from a problem others have noted: too many flavours jumbled up in the veg with the result that there was in total virtually no flavour at all.
My glass of pinot noir was not up to the standard achieved in Alsace for the same price the day before, begging the question "Where does Logan L buy his wine?"
Enough of this. I am trying to forget this meal, not relive it! And for the avoidance of doubt, you may be completely sure we will not be going back
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