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When we think fine dining, we think almost inevitably of French food.Which is only fair given
fine dining was an invention of the French. In fact, les Français lay claim to the entire restaurant
concept. A man called Boulanger claimed to restore his 18th century patrons with sheep’s’ feet.
He wasn’t selling chic. In fact, he was selling sustenance. The term “restaurant” is derived from
the verb “to restore". While we might not find sheep bits fortifying, we have to admit: a
great eatery truly does have the power to restore.
In Melbourne, and in other great culinary cities, much fine dining is influenced by French
technique and scholarship.Celebrated French chef Georges Auguste Escoffier codified haute
cuisine in the early 20th century and his is still the bench mark of that which qualifies as “fine”.
If you want to blow the budget, head directly to Vue de Monde in the city. Shannon Bennett’s
food is inspired, innovative and sometimes sublime. This is screechingly modern French.
Consomme froid a la tomate, a clear tomato consomme with gazpacho jelly, arrives bubbling as
dry ice sends plumes of vapour out of a shot glass.
Less theatrical but equally innovative is Jacques Reymond. His eponymous Prahran
restaurant is consistently rated one of the best in town. However, my own experience of this
nosherie doesn’t tally with that of Melbourne’s more august critics. I reckon there’s better places
to blow a pay-check.
New on the Melbourne scene is Guillaume Brahimi’s Bistro Guillaume, which joins Nobu and
Rockpool at the expanding gastro-ghetto that is Crown. Brahimi’s menu skews trad French. It’s
uber-posh bistro food. The wagyu of pig, Berkshire pork, appears in cutlet form with pommes
croquettes and sauce charcutiere. Classic dishes like escargot are on the menu, and here even
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the snails have a provenance (the Hunter Valley). Such attention to origin doesn’t come cheap.
The Whole Barossa Valley chicken, puree de pommes and sauce a la chasseur for two is $90.
Such places are apt for a big occasion, but dotted around the city and suburbs are a number of
less showy places that do a fine turn at traditional French favourites.
The few unapologetically French bistros we have are patronised by seniors who expect
Maurice Chevalier and dependable comfort. Often, that’s what they get. But, where’s the harm
in craving a little restoration? I can barely wait for my next minute steak.
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