This intimate venue is a very amicable union of German and French dining. When I asked the owner/chef why he chose those two regions specifically, he explained that his background was German and that they were looking for a continental feel for their menu. Usually there's a moderate wait on weekends, I recommend going during the week and reading the menu ahead of time to pick your Plat du Jour (I'll probably go back on a Monday - Rabbit!). I went with my lovely friend Laura, simply on a mission to have an authentic French Onion Soup and Creme Brule, which we had been salivating over incessantly at work. Not exactly heart-healthy, for good measure we had a couple glasses of red wine from their reasonably affordable list, and threw in some Steak Tartar and Bratwurst with onion jus and pommes purre (which I tipsily learned is not applesauce, but mashed potatoes).
Second best thing of the entire night, if you have the option of sitting at the bar, DO IT. Not only do you get to watch your food being made in front of you, but you get to watch two gorgeous men make the food in front of you! Equally delicious, the best thing of the night was the Creme Brule. Retardedly fantastic, perfectly crisp on top, I had a hard time not inhaling the entire thing. Next time I will not share. The service was personal, the atmosphere soft, La Brasserie pulls off a continental menu with a local neighborhood feel. I will bring first dates there, I will go there with friends, and I will go there when I am desperately lonely and need to stare at the chef eye-candy while indulging in Euro sweets.
My newest favorite wine, the Minervois.
The steak tar tar.
The masterpiece, the creme brule.
