Le Crocodile: Tonight meet there at 6pm

Le Crocodile: 100-909 Burrard St.; 604-669-4298

Decide on regular dinner menu items or agree on a set menu for everyone.

Best Formal French restaurant
voted by Vancouver magazine

Gold: Le Crocodile
Silver: Bacchus Restaurant at Wedgewood Hotel
Bronze: La Belle Auberge
Honourable Mention: Le Gavroche & Five Sails

If consistency is a great chef’s hallmark, then Michel Jacob of Le Crocodile (Gold) is at the pinnacle of Vancouver haute cuisine.

Bacchus’s Lee Parsons (Silver) raises local ingredients to the sublime (sweet corn velouté with chive chantilly and luxurious risottos studded with golden chantrelles and sweet peas)—the Relais & Châteaux designation also persuades. Pretend you’re driving to Grandmère’s in the country and drop into Ladner to Bruno Marti’s La Belle Auberge (Bronze) for fresh, imaginatively prepared dishes that range from the ridiculous (fois gras with plum compote) to the transcendent (wild boar with morel sauce). Honourable Mentions go to lushly romantic Le Gavroche and cosy, gracious Five Sails.


View Larger Map

Full menu available on Zagat.

CRITIQUES

Caroline Bates – Gourmet Magazine
The menu of Michel Jacob, an Alsatian, confidently blends tradition and innovation. A purée of red pepper soup with scallops; an Alsatian onion tart; sweet spot prawns with swirls or mango sauce; a mustard-sauced gigot of lamb; white beans and a potato gratin; and chocolate-orange mousse to finish. A genuine place with very satisfying food at a fair price. If only there were a French restaurant like this back home in Los Angeles or San Francisco!

Brad Ovenell – Vancouver Magazine
If there’s a formula for producing happy customers, Le Crocodile has the patent. Simply great food and unwavering consistency are chef/owner Michel Jacob’s hallmark. All the essentials of French cooking are here, but some sauces, through some sleight-of-hand, manage to be both rich and light. The kitchen excels at seafood, sole, plaice, mussels – and does very well with organ meats such as sweetbreads, just-done liver with a rich herb butter, and kidney with Dijon and demi glace. Portions are generous, prices fair.

Mia Stainsby – The Vancouver Sun
Le Crocodile doesn’t have the attitude that if you have to ask about the price, then, mes cheries, you can’t afford it. The crabcakes, for instance, are pure and simple Le Crocodile: crab, panfried, topped with deep fried julienned leeks, green mayo, garlic and Pernod. Not to be missed, the restaurant has an incredible selection of French wines. For the main course, I had roasted Barbarie duck breast slices, fanned out moistly and invitingly in a deep and dark citrus sauce. They were teamed with a potato galette, baby carrots and baby green beans. For dessert, I had an iced caramel soufflé with a thatched roof of spun sugar, which drew looks from nearby diners. They said goodbye to us with a friendly little chocolate and a relatively tame bill.

Where Vancouver
Michel Jacob’s restaurant, haunt of jet setters and visiting celebs regularly pulls top honours in local critics’ and readers’ polls. The menu is best described as “up-scale bistro,” it’s solidly flavoured dishes served with flare but little fanfare.

Vancouver Lifestyles
Owner Michel Jacob continues to create Vancouver’s best Alsatian onion pie as well as many other Alsace-inspired dishes in this elegant restaurant. Enjoy the city patio on a warm summer night. Dress up a little and revel in impeccable service and exquisite cuisine.

Zagat Survey
Chef Michel Jacob deserves knighthood for the impeccable styling of his superior cuisine at this top-notch Classic French restaurant, where the rich and indulgent food is always a great experience; such perfection includes wine to match and superb service and if some lack a sense of humility that’s dangerous close to pretentious, the majority just swoons “magnifique!”

Globe and Mail
Alexandra Gill
From Wednesday's Globe and Mail agill@globeandmail.com

I can't say I swooned over my sole meunière at Le Crocodile with as much joyous abandon as Meryl Streep, who plays Julia Child in the upcoming gastro-flick Julie & Julia. I will confess, though, that I hadn't been so girlishly excited about visiting a restaurant in a very long time.

Last week, we warmed up to the classics by way of The Teahouse. Dinner was, well, okay. But after viewing an advance press screening of Nora Ephron's charming comedy about Ms. Child's professional culinary beginnings in 1950s France, I immediately started craving some serious, old-school French cooking.

So where does one go for lobster thermidor and garlic-sautéed frog's legs? In Vancouver, your best bet is Le Crocodile, where owner and executive chef Michel Jacob has been sweating over the same cream sauces for the past 25 years.

A record-breaking heat wave wasn't exactly the most enticing backdrop for such rich cuisine. But once I had donned a chic sundress - Le Crocodile is a proudly traditional establishment that inspires you to dress properly and behave accordingly - I found myself rather giddy about the idea of dining at this revered local institution with half-curtained windows, formal service and enormous flower displays. The promise of air conditioning didn't hurt either.

To kick-start the evening? A dry gin martini ($10), Ms. Child's aperitif of choice, naturally. Besides, the predominantly French wine list, stacked with vintage bottles that range in the thousands of dollars, was too intimidating to navigate without the sommelier's assistance. After a friendly consultation, we decided to splurge on a lushly robust Gevrey-Chambertin Domaine Taupenot-Merme 2003 ($135) from Burgundy.

Then we sank our teeth into a custardy lobster, shrimp and leek tart, a complimentary amuse-bouche in pastry so soft and buttery it could have coaxed Ms. Child from her grave.

There are some who consider Mr. Jacob's cuisine classique stodgy. In fact, I remember talking to a renowned chef not very long ago who was shocked to discover that Le Crocodile still had roasted bone marrow on the menu.

That said, Le Crocodile has remained steadily busy throughout the recession without any advertising or publicity. (Sixty covers on a business-paralyzing fireworks night is nothing to sniff at.)

And the unflaggingly constant Mr. Jacob, who can still be found in his kitchen every night the restaurant is open, couldn't give a hoot what anyone, beyond his regular clientele, thinks. "Consistency is the No. 1 reason we've stayed open so long," he once explained. "People ask me, 'Do you ever get bored?' For me, it's a compliment. People who are not strong in their cooking will change everyday. It's much tougher to cook the same foods."

Ignoring the infectious rhythm of Talking Heads' Psycho Killer looping through my brain (which is retooled as a crustacean-slaying theme song in Julie & Julia to great comic effect), I ripped into a bubbling half-roasted lobster thermidor served in its shell ($22.50).

The claw was intact and came with a silver cracker, which seems somewhat messy for a fine-dining restaurant, even with the lemon-infused finger bowl provided. (Ms. Child recommended removing the claw meat and tossing it with that from the tail in a béchamel sauce topped with parmesan cheese browned under a broiler.) Nor was the green matter as finely sieved as it could have been.

But after a little poking (the knuckles had already been loosened), the unadulterated flesh did provide a sweetly firm counterpoint to the briny casserole in the body. And who's to know what the dish is really supposed to taste like? This labour-intensive concoction hasn't graced many menus since the 1970s. (I've only eaten it once before, in Los Cabos, Mexico, of all places.)

Escargot, on the other hand, is particularly dear to my heart. My father still fondly recalls how, as a child, I would chase him around the fish market whining, "Please, can we get some snails?"

Le Crocodile's escargots maison ($12.50) is described as being "baked" in pastry shells. I expected flakey mini toast cups, crisply browned on the outside and encasing with a burst of garlicky butter within.

Alas, these thin rounds of puff pastry had actually been broiled along with the snails in a stainless steel dish. Although delicious, they were sauce-soaked and soppy.

We weren't about to complain, especially not when the service was so attentive that our charming waiter returned to the table several times just to realign our cutlery - yet somehow never seemed overly stuffy.

This was my third visit to Le Crocodile, but my first time ordering from the regular menu (on the previous occasions I had come for the annual choucroute festival and a special dinner showcasing Émile Jung, Mr. Jacob's mentor from the original, Michelin-starred Au Crocodile in Strasbourg). Thus, I didn't realize that all main courses are served with a plate of crunchy, golden, shoestring-cut pomme pai. Wouldn't Ms. Child, whose favourite foods included McDonald's French fries, have been delighted?

Fraser Valley duck ($39) was perfectly pink and juicy, accompanied by a refreshingly tart apple cider reduction and a generous slice of molten foie gras tautly seared in its caramelized skin.

But the Dover sole ($42)? Well, the gently browned fish had a firm texture and elegantly flinty flavour that confirmed it was the genuine article imported frozen from Europe, not a substandard North American flounder. And I did ooh and ah when the female maitre d' exquisitely boned it tableside, though the creamy butter sauce was a tad too lemony.

I guess I had been hoping for the same deep, sensual ecstasy that Ms. Child experienced when she took a bite of sole meunière during her first lunch in France at La Couronne in Rouen, later recalling in her memoir that it was "the most exciting meal in my life."

Silly me. Times have changed, but the Dover sole at Le Crocodile is meant to taste exactly the same as it did 25 years ago. And while the restaurant's integrity may feel more soothing than sexy, who knows what the flavour of the week will become after the Hollywood publicity machine kicks into high gear.

If Julie & Julia vaults the heavy sauces and richness of classic French cooking back into vogue, this timeless Vancouver restaurant could suddenly become the trendiest place to go.

Le Crocodile: 100-909 Burrard St.; 604-669-4298.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Dress Code: 'Hotel Wear'

Michael Jackson’s Most Memorable Hotel Visits