Bistro Français, Georgetown, D.C.

Any of you who've been in Bistro Français the past decade or two ever noticed this big poster up high on the wall in the window-side dining area? I finally took a picture of it last night.....does it look like Katie Couric to you?

Once Laurent and I had pushed our way through the Georgetown Hallowe'en crowds last night and made our way into the heart of the party district, we stopped into Bistro Français for a brief respite. I'm starting to think that Bistro Français is becoming my Hallowe'en night tradition! :-/

They do have this convenient 10:30 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. "early bird special" (they also have one from like 5-7 p.m.) offering a three course meal plus a glass of wine for just $20, so that seemed as good as anything.

"Superman" Laurent started off with the mousse de foie de volaille au sherry a pâté-like mousse of chicken liver served with French cornichons and potentially spreadable on the restaurant's baguette bread. It always amuses me when he orders pâtés and things like this mousse, since he professes to violently dislike fried liver and onions because of the taste.


I got the moules niçoise, about seven or eight mussels with butter, garlic, and black olives that had been baked just a hair too long, but were still flavorful.


We both ended up with fish for our main courses. Laurent chose the thon mariné au poivre vert, a grilled tuna steak served with a salad, and I got one of the daily specials, a grilled sea bass on a mirror of Nantua (lobster) sauce with mashed potatoes and this delicious little leek custard timbale.



While we were dining, a small party came in for dinner that included Tarzan, clad only in his breechcloth and a really, really bad wig. At least he was one of the few bare torsoed revelers last night who actually had the body for the costume. However, Tarzan wasn't willing to put on a shirt, so I think the manager asked them to leave.

The waiter brought around the pastry tray for our dessert selections. Laurent got a lemon tart and I got a surprisingly good apple tart.



We walked home after dinner and the streets were still full of people running around and being wild and crazy. Just another Hallowe'en in Georgetown.