Restaurant: Le Bilbouquet

Jay and Rita suggested this restaurant for a Saturday lunch in New York.

It is quite small. The tables, and thus the patrons, are all but sitting on top of each other. There are a number of tables on the sidewalk.

When I asked the serving person if there was a copy of the menu I could take with me, she rather disdainfully said no.

Having said all of the above, the service was fine and the food quite good. Rita had an endive salad, Jay ordered sliced chicken, and I ordered a sliced chicken salad, which was quite good, and included leaf lettuce, green beans, and kernels of corn.

I also opted for a chocolate mousse dessert, which was of a perfect consistency and taste.

But the feature of the restaurant that required that this review be written was the men's room. It was by far the smallest men's room I have ever encountered. The small wash basin was all but on top of the small/medium sized commode. I barely managed to get in and close the door. I am morally certain that at my previous size, I either would not have been able to enter the room or, if I did accomplish that feat, I likely would not have been able to get out without assistance.

Bottom line, it is worth a try on a sunny Saturday in October.

[Note: You don't need the telephone number because the restaurant does not take reservations.]

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