I miss Le Pichet. More precisely I miss the monthly francophone dinners with me francophone friends at the pichet.

I like that you could convince yourself that you’re in Paris when you’re inside the Pichet. Mirror-lined walls provide ample opportunities to check anyone out in the restaurant without being super obviouis. And get the chicken- it takes extra long but it’s extra good. Miam! Miam! My mouth waters just thinking aobut it.

Wine menu kicks butt too- on the pricier side but hey, it’s french wine and you’re in Seattle.