The Plattster is back in the saddle this week to lay a big fat goose egg on Alain Ducasse's Benoit: "...the tedious, connect-the-dots menu at Benoit makes Balthazar seem like a hotbed of culinary invention...Is it possible to detect even a hint of Ducasse’s touch in any of this cooking? Of course not. In the context of the chef’s far-flung empire...Benoit feels like a sad border outpost." [NYM]
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