A Paris favorite comes to Tokyo.
With so many world-class restaurants in Tokyo, it’s hard to name a favorite. When my husband and I want a great dinner with a particular set of good friends (a French-Filipino couple, to be exact), however, you’ll probably find us on a Saturday night at one of the window tables at the L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon in Roppongi Hills.
I’ve long been a fan of the master chef since his days at Jamin, his Parisian restaurant, and all through his various endeavors in Tokyo including the Taillevent Robuchon and most recently the Restaurant Joel Robuchon in Ebisu. Yet, it is probably L’Atelier (LJR) which is his most successful concept yet. It’s enjoyable dining in volumes as much or as little as you please, and in an atmosphere that promotes – if not provokes – banter between staff and guests. And the LJR concept is the same, whether you are in Tokyo, Paris, London, New York, Hong Kong or Macau; although with its high ceilings, blond wood furnishings, comfy tables for four, and divinely-dressed reed-thin clientele, LJR at the Four Seasons hotel in New York is definitely the swankiest of the lot.
Anywhere in the world, LJR is somewhere you can go alone with a book or with a rowdy group of friends, and you can dress up or dress down as you wish – although at these prices (we’ve never left the place less than 45,000 yen lighter per couple in Tokyo, while in New York last week, my share of the bill came up to $120 without wine or tips included yet), I still prefer to put on a little black dress and some jewelry even if many other customers are in jeans and t-shirts.
One thing’s for sure, though, apart from excellent food and wine, you’ll never know what you to expect at an LJR. I recently sat through a five-course lunch in Paris by myself, desperate for a last proper French meal before 12 hours on the plane back to Tokyo, sandwiched in-between a Portugese banker in town for the day who wanted to retire and design dresses instead, and an elderly French couple who said they ate there without fail once a week because otherwise life bored them to tears. I'd brought a book to accompany me through my meal, but it remained in my bag that visit.
Another time, also in Paris, my husband and I came just for plates of spaghetti with tomato and basil (strong and flavorful -- one of the best I’ve had!) and ended up participating in a discussion started by a young New Yorker who announced that she had played a bit part in the U.S. sitcom “Sex and the City.” Still another time, we were amused and charmed to observe a French family with three young children in immaculate white shirts and jeans sharing tasting menus and bowls of pasta so relaxedly, as if LJR Paris was their kitchen. We later learned that indeed it was. They lived nearby, around the corner from the Rodin Museum in the 6th, and walked to LJR for a family meal every weekend. In New York, I lunched with a passionate gourmet who was probably one of the restaurant’s best clients, because we kept getting all these freebies courtesy of the chef (and still my bill for two courses and half of a dessert came up to $120), while all around us unsmiling men and women who looked like they had stepped out of Vogue nibbled on tapas.
LJR in Tokyo is just as fun and expensive, unless you take advantage of the lunch set menus or are prepared to eat very little. The food is dished up with the same French verve, although somehow the taste and presentation are much more refined – perhaps because this is Japan.
Our most recent meal, a multi-course tasting menu (Decouverte/ 12,600 yen), began with two divine palate-teasers (and artery-busters): a glass of smokey foie gras flan topped with foam of parmesan cheese, followed by the fattiest and most delectable slices of Iberico ham I have had in recent memory. Interestingly, this very same foie gras flan was served to me in LJR in New York a week later, and it had a stronger, punchier flavor perhaps to suit the aggressiveness of the city and its residents. The Iberico ham and I also encountered each other again in New York, but it was definitely Tokyo’s version that got my heart thumping.
Because this is not really fine dining, the rest of the Decouverte menu was hit-and-miss, but many were scrumptious and the others were at least enjoyable. Standouts included Robuchon’s take on Coquilles St. Jacques (and in this case, fresh scallops were seared to perfection and then left to sizzle with herb butter in their shells, rather than served with cream); a thick marron soup with shaved truffles, chunky bits of bacon and very discernible pieces of boiled chestnut; and a fatty, juicy entrecote of beef that came covered with truffles and served with garlicky mashed potatoes. I am not a potato person but even I found myself scraping the bottom of my little pot.
WHAT TO EAT
The Menu Decouverte (12,600 yen) is a great way to sample Joel Robuchon’s specialties. Also, this is a French restaurant but so far I’ve never had a spaghetti I didn’t like in an LJR anywhere in the world. The sauce changes with the seasons, but right now they may still have spaghetti with regular truffles (3,600 yen) or with the famous Alba truffles (11,500 yen).
WHAT TO DRINK
Diego Requena, newly-arrived from Paris and never without his fashionable pair of Alexander McQueen glasses, is the chief sommelier. Look for him, mention the name “Bertrand” and ask for unusual, good-value wines that will complement your orders. He only orders small lots from France and has many interesting options in his cave.
WHERE TO SIT
We like the tables for four by the window and can sit here all evening. Book in advance if you can.
HOW MUCH DID IT COST?
At least 45,000 yen per couple for a proper dinner and a bottle of wine.
L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon
Roppongi Hills Hillside
Tel. (03) 5772-7500
This appeared in the Fine Dining column of the Frequent Flier, in the Tokyo Weekender magazine.
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