Petit Trois, Los Angles
718 Highland Avenue, West Hollywood
- The drinks: Fresh and imaginative and curiously strong.
- The Bread & Butter: They say a restaurant is judged by its bread offering. This is perfection. Crusty warm baguette served with salty salty French butter.
- The Moules Frittes: That broth! And the best part, a piece of broth soaked bread waiting for you at the bottom of the bowl.
- The French Onion Soup: Oh so rich and full flavored. Cheese, cheese and more cheese. Quote of the night, “There’s no going back to Trader Joe’s onion soup now.”
- The Omelette: The stuff dreams are made of. This may sound strange but it tastes like buttered popcorn only with the texture of smooth and silky, perfectly cooked eggs filled with creamy cheese. And the bibb lettuce accompaniment — exactly the salad I ate in France every day when I summered there in ’85.
- The Chocolate Mousse: Sickeningly rich in a good way. Not too sweet and decadently smooth, topped with copious amounts of freshly whipped cream. My insides were shaking (that’s no lie)
And you wouldn’t guess it being in LA, but the restaurant is wholly unpretentious. It’s all about the food here. Just 20 stools, in a simply decorated, dark space (pictures are hard to achieve but skip that part and just eat) with a bustling open kitchen. You’re greeted with hellos from the bar tender and kitchen staff when you walk in like you’re seeing old friends. The portions are more than ample — actually quite large — and the prices fair.
See you there because I will definitely be a regular.