Everyone has a favourite restaurant. Everyone. There may be a shortlist, it may no longer exist, it may not even have your favourite dish, but there is something about a particular establishment that just sings out to you.
For Ky and I, it is a small restaurant called Early June. We went many years ago, and were fortunate enough to return again this evening. It was just as wonderful, and the only thing that changed was its popularity. The word is out!
Early June is what I would define as quintessentially modern French. No coq au vin here; tonight Ky and I had a range of dishes, stretching from a goats cheese Yorkshire Pudding to a grilled skate with baby fennel. Everything was absolutely exceptional, and I wish we could go back tomorrow. It’s very reasonably priced, and if we lived in Paris (or even London) we’d be there 5-6 times a year.
It’s a shame that our favourite is so far away, but the anticipation, this time over four years, adds to the joy. If you’re in town, do check it out.