PARIS – It’s now exactly eight years since Joel Robuchon left the restaurant world in all his top-of-the-heap, Michelin three-star glory.
We all know the story: he didn’t leave for good, just long enough for us to forget that he’s the only one who ever offered us such culinary perfection. And long enough for us to learn to miss him.
He’s back all right, in a very new kind of glory. In the old world, he had to play by the rules to get to the top. In the new world, he’s in charge and makes the rules, thank you. And I, for one, am grateful.
Not many people get to reinvent themselves to their own tailor-made desires, but Robuchon has done it. First, with the all-new restaurant concept at L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon, where we sit on stools in a cozy red and black dining room, sample just a few perfect langoustines and a glass wine, or go all the way with a knock down drag out meal. There, he combines updated old favorites from the 1980’s – like the langoustines, deep fried whiting, and the unforgettable cauliflower cream doused laced with soothing oysters.
Robuchon also shows us how modern he can be, with a totally memorable dish such as his “fine rôtie de legumes” a gorgeous layered stack of freshly toasted sourdough bread, the best Spanish ham, gutsy sun-dried tomato, smoky eggplant, a white surprise of mozzarella, all melted to a fragrant delight, doused with a thin pesto sauce and flanked by a thick slice of caramelized cèpe mushrooms. Not your 1980’s sort of thing!
Now, since late spring, he’s offered us another Parisian choice, in the name of La Table de Joel Robuchon, where we sit at tables, and admire once again his sense of simplicity, perfection, expressions of pure gustatory pleasure.
The 16th arrondissment restaurant was once the table of Ghislaine Arabian, and her chef, Frédéric Simonin, is ably taking over as a new Robuchon acolyte. The food here is just sensational. So simple you want to think maybe you missed something. But it’s real, it’s precise, it’s direct in flavor and full of the sort of self-assurance you find only at a Robuchon table.
The dining room is like a shimmery, golden, sparkling, gilt-edge package, with touches of deep brown wood and traces of Robuchon’s signature deep, blood red. Yet like the food, it is far from daunting, and a fine combination of elegant and casual, the way at least I want to live today.
Spectacular early summer tastes include a textbook gazpacho – gorgeous red ladled into shiny aqua bowls – topped with the best of the freshest almonds and a drizzle of spring green basil oil. His eggplant caviar was as smoky as they come, pleasantly chunky and set in a bowl surrounded by a lean, acidic tomato sauce. Anointed by the crunchiest of deep-fried eggplant curls, it was a feast in a single dish.
But swoon is the only adjective I can find to describe his starter of fresh crab meat in avocado cream, a Cinderella-like creation that appears in a thick white porcelain egg: Avocado cream hides at the bottom of the egg, topped with highly seasoned ultra-fresh crab meat laced with a fine acidic touch of tomato.
I did say a few weeks ago, if given the choice between a restaurant where the chef-owner is at the stove and one where he is not, I’d go for the former. Any place under Robuchon’s direction, of course, is an exception.
La Table de Joel Robuchon
16, avenue Bugeaud
Paris 16
Tel: 01 56 28 16 16
Open daily. About 100 euros per person, including service but not wine.
L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon
5, rue de Montalembert
Paris 7
Tel: 01 42 22 56 56
A la carte, about 50 € per person, including service but not wine. Open daily from 11:30 am to 3:300 pm and 6:30 pm to midnight.