French flair in West Berlin
It’s located in one of the prettiest side streets from Kurfürstendamm – Giesebrechtstraße – which is lined with altbaus and peppered with lush trees. The restaurant looks straight out of a magazine – trés chic.
A gorgeous little French bistro I would take my time in – preferably at its al fresco section. I’d get some sun while having lunch and I’ll read the latest issue of The Monocle while I wait for dessert.
While my schedule is enough to make things difficult, the weather has also been dismal. It was difficult to find a good day where it wasn’t too cold and I had enough time on my hands. Always the dilemma of this adult life of mine. So when my friend Ute asked me to come for a press dinner at Restaurant Louis Laurent with her on one of my free nights, I knew I had to go. Rest is something you forego for good food and conversation.
Fine de Claire Oysters
**While I do love its taste, I try to minimise my consumption of foie gras due to the distressing way it is made.
This classic is always something I look forward to in French restaurants. Growing up, I wasn’t a fan of sour flavours but something changed in my 20s and I find myself craving for it constantly. Fresh seafood is not that easy to source in Berlin since it’s not that near to the sea. Due to this, seafood dishes in restaurants tend to suffer in quality. Living here for two years made me a bit sceptical in ordering dishes containing seafood when dining out. So when I read that we were having some bouillabaisse, I looked forward to it and hoped for the best.
Thankfully, I wasn’t disappointed.
At this point, I was starting to get full so it was hard for me to finish the cassoulet. I’m also normally not a fan of duck. It can taste a bit gamey and the high-fat content in the meat often leaves me queasy. However, the crispy duck confit that came with the cassoulet tasted different. The flageolet beans, the smoky flavours, and the cranberry gave it an extra layer of flavour and texture that masked the things I normally shy away from. A duck dish for those who don’t love duck.
Yes, I was feeling full but I always make room for dessert – even when my shirt starts to bulge and I could pass for a pregnant lady in her first trimester at the end of the meal. We ended the meal with a perfectly caramelised créme bruûlée. Light on the tongue and with just enough vanilla bourbon to make it fragrant, it was the best way to end the night.