UPDATE: tried this place again; they corrected the errors on their menut, but the food remains unremarkable and therefore overpriced. It's like, French food cooked by eastern Europeans--not much finesse, heavy, robust flavors (smoky, sweet, etc). ORIGINAL REVIEW: It's a typical DC restaurant: enormous attention to ambience (it's quite chic, really), adequate but nothing-special service, and mediocre food. We ordered the cassoulet and the salade Nicoise. Both of these are French staples; we ordered them specifically because if they messed those up, I wouldn't trust anything else from the kitchen. They didn't "mess them up" because they were edible, but they were both weakly flavored, nothing like what you'd get in France. The place is catering to cautious palates, but then again, Georgetown isn't exactly a place for risk-takers, is it? A small but revealing detail: the faux-French menu (I mean the piece of paper they hand you, designed to look like a typical menu you'd get in France) lists the mains with the word "Les Entrees." Anyone who speaks French knows this word means "appetizers" in English, but for some reason in English it is used to indicate main courses (the proper French term is "Plats"). I say this is a revealing detail because it seems to be emblematic for their whole approach: bastardizing the French language, just like the French food they serve, in order to be completely and utterly unchallenging to their clientele.
I went last Monday at around 9pm with my boyfriend and friend to celebrate. We sat at the bar and when my boyfriend left to get the car the bartender told me he and his colleague thought my feet were attractive. Very odd and off putting. If you’re a woman alone be careful around the bartenders, creepy behavior.