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St Tropez Bistro
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Well, my husband and I certainly don't know anybody that has to do with St. Tropez (that seems to be an issue of some debate for another Urban Spoon review). We both grew up in South Florida but live in Tallahassee for the moment. We were in town visiting family when we walked in. In fact, my husband and I weren't even looking for Saint Tropez when we found it. We have come to rely far too heavily on Urban Spoon via the iphone to help us find a spot - - and we were looking for a different restaurant the day when we wandered in. In fact, I can't remember the last time we happened upon a restaurant - who does that these days? We are forever trying to make our own luck by picking reviews apart and targeting what we think will please our senses. Not this time. The rain was coming down in buckets. I was cursing at the parking meter behind Las Olas for not taking my dollar as the storm intensified...and we cut through the breezeway to the street to find that the place we were looking for was across the street and a few doors down from where we were standing in front of St. Tropez. We were faced with a wet, unpleasant trek on the one hand or the welcoming pull of an unexpected adventure on the other - and the music and incredible aromas coming from the kitchen were so inviting we couldn't resist. So, we sat down in St. Tropez. And the rest was history. What started as that all-too-rare spontaneous decision to duck into a place we knew nothing about evolved into one of those meals you never forget. The water was cold and crisp and the absolute antidote to that warm, cloyingly muggy South Florida feeling. The Pinot Noir was a perfect companion the meal and the place - unpretentious and solid. The bread and butter were exactly as old friends should be - comforting and plentiful. Just the right blend of warmth and crunch and chew and chew and chew and crunch...I don't know how to describe it beyond that it was the kind of bread you want in your head but almost never get. And we got plenty of it - sliced just for us - before we ever knew we wanted (God help us) a second basket. Everything we wanted was anticipated - including space and time to hold hands over the table and reconnect and remember that there is more to life than managing life. We felt perfectly taken care of - and we are not exactly big spenders! We split a French Onion Soup, Escargot, and the Crêpe of the day - and walked away in an altered state. Absolutely everything was fantastic - the balance of flavor in the soup is not something I've experienced before - it was so good that I almost had to talk myself into believing that it was just a particularly good day so as not to be sad when it wasn't exactly as I remembered upon returning...one has to protect oneself from heartbreak! Escargot is a favorite dish for my husband and I - it did not disappoint. Just like a good diamond doesn't need a bunch of busy setting nonsense competing with it for attention, the escargot was a study in simple elegance. I wouldn't call it rustic, because there's no way that combination of seasoning and doneness comes about save for advanced skill and blessed talent - but simple just the same. And finally the crêpe, which was suggested to us. I wish I could remember what it was called - in my dreams we will go back in the rain some day after having tried other things there sometime in the future when we feel like it is one of our official "places" and they will just happen to be offering the same crêpe of the day. This one offered flavorful veggies and was topped with an egg and made us appreciate the art of cooked veggies over raw. It made us want to see an opera or visit a museum. It made us appreciate culture and civilization in a time (at least for us) of great sadness with regard to the general human condition. My husband commented that the experience was what living is all about. I would have agreed, but I was in my own little world of bistro bliss. My only regret is that we were pressed for time and ultimately decided against coffee and dessert. We said we would return for it - and eventually, we definitely will. Everyone should be so fortunate as to just stumble upon this gem. But I have written this, my first restaurant review ever, out of sheer gratitude for the meal and compassion for all those people that might never have otherwise found it. Please, for heaven's sake, go and enjoy. I may be long winded - but life is short. And this place is good.
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