Enchanting.
If you…read morehave not been to The Franklin in Bristol, go!
Open for just over a year, The Franklin is the newest inspiration from the owners of Groundswell... and stepping through its doors feels a little like falling down the rabbit hole into a wonderfully grown-up, decidedly French Wonderland.
But what enchanted us most about The Franklin is that nothing about it suggests this kind of dining should be reserved for a special occasion. Quite the opposite. This is simply how dinner should be.
You dine by the flicker of real candlelight, surrounded by a moody French Arts & Crafts-inspired interior with floral-spun linens and eclectic china, where flowers, pattern, texture, and shadow conspire to create something wonderfully transporting.
It is romantic, eccentric, intimate and beautiful, but also remarkably comfortable. The effect is one of permission to settle in, put away the distractions, order another glass, and actually enjoy the increasingly rare pleasure of a long dinner and uninterrupted conversation with the person across the table.
And THEN the feast begins.
This is French cuisine as it was meant to be experienced: decadent without being excessive, luxurious without being heavy. There is a reverence here for food and its preparation by people who clearly love their craft; the ingredients, the techniques, and the rituals and traditions of preparing and serving a beautiful meal.
Our evening began simply and perfectly with a bread basket and sweet cream butter. Then came the truffle croquettes, little bites of tarragon forward indulgences. The filet mignons were superb, accompanied by beautiful boulangère potatoes, rich, deeply satisfying and exquisitely prepared. And because the special truffle and lamb pastas sounded too glorious to pass up, we ordered each to go to enjoy for dinner the next day.
Because no proper trip through Wonderland should end without cheese, we finished with a cheese plate that included local cheeses, honeycomb, and drunken fruits along with cappuccinos for dessert.
The drinks deserve their own chapter.
Our choices: Champagne, an elderflower apéritif, The Franklin Manhattan, and a beautiful Sangiovese were each superb, complementing the flavors of the meal.
And through it all, the service was exceptional.
The servers are consummate hospitality professionals... knowledgeable, intuitive and gracious, with that increasingly rare quality of people who not only excel at what they do, but genuinely delight in doing it. You get the remarkable sense that they take as much pleasure in presenting each course as you do in discovering it. AND, they speak freely and warmly of their employers' excellent treatment of them, which clearly contributes to the spirit of the entire experience-- VISION LEAKS!!!
And perhaps that is what The Franklin gets so wonderfully right.
Somewhere along the way, we began treating a long, beautiful dinner as an extravagance reserved for anniversaries and celebrations. The Franklin makes you remember that it doesn't have to be.
Dinner itself can be the occasion.
Real candles should flicker on the table. Linen should feel beautiful beneath your hands. Unique plates should be uncovered as you enjoy your dish. Drinks should arrive in lovely glasses. Dinner should unfold slowly. Food should be prepared with reverence. Service should feel like an old friend welcoming you to their table. And you should look across at your dinner partner and realize that there is nowhere else you would rather be.
The Franklin is a little mysterious, a little romantic, a little eccentric, thoroughly French and completely enchanting. But more than anything, it reminds you of something we seem to have forgotten: a beautiful dinner doesn't need an occasion. A beautiful dinner is the occasion.
We happily disappeared down the rabbit hole.
We intend to do so again very soon.