Le Pichet is the motherfucking best. The food is deceptively simple but expertly prepared. The roast chicken is amazing: The skin shatters when you bite

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Best French Restaurant

Le Pichet

Le Pichet is the motherfucking best. The food is deceptively simple but expertly prepared. The roast chicken is amazing: The skin shatters when you bite it, and the flesh beneath is so succulent it drips erotic juices into your mouth. The chocolat chaud is a quivering cup of pure melted cocoa crowned with a fluffy nimbus of whipped cream; it's nothing like the cloying, insipid, limp-dick brown water other places call "hot chocolate." With its understated decor, zinc bar, and daily specials scrawled in perfect script on a dusty blackboard, this place is so Parisian you expect the waitresses to correct your pronunciation. Actually, the waitresses do correct your pronunciation; I'll never forget the night one of them kept trying to explain to my friend how to say "waiter" in French. "If it's a man, it's 'serveur,'" she told us, punctuating her sentences with a flat SLAP of her hand on the table. "If it's a woman, it's 'serveuse.'" "Serveur." SLAP. "Serveuse." SLAP. "Serveur." SLAP. "Serveuse." SLAP. I can't think of a better way to learn French. —The Surly Gourmand 1933 First Ave., 256-1499, lepichetseattle.com

 
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