La Petit Mort just seemed to look like one of those snug, romantic little places to tuck yourself away with someone and have a lovely few hours with. Which is exactly what I did, catching up with a good friend. The great thing - you are not rushed out of the door at any point, and can spend as little, or as long as you want to there. I would say something cheesy like 'J'Adore Petit Mort', but that just sounds plain weird, so lets not.
I decided to go all in, and have the parsnip brulee to start. This was the only bum note of the evening, as part of the brulee was warm, part was stone cold, and it didn't really feel right to be so cold, even with our hostess insisting that was right. I'm guessing it sat under a heater, which made it a little odd, even though technically the flavours were great, I was left feeling a little disconcerted.
For the mains, my dining partner opted for the venison, while I went for the smoked bean chilli. Now, I'd had chilli for lunch too, so it did feel like I was going to be underwhelmed by my main through sheer repetitiveness, but the dish was fantastic (beats the canteen version all day, every day) and I enjoyed every mouthful. Sadly though, I was too full to eat anything more, and I had been really looking forward to trying the desserts out, specifically the Raspberry Bavarois. However, my friend was wise, and had skipped a starter in order to make sure there was room for dessert, opting for the Assiette of Chocolate - which I was allowed to sample, with care, of course. Rich, decadent, a splendid way to finish the night, and we rolled off into the September evening, our bellies full and our hearts happy. I'll be back for the Raspberry Bavarois another day. read more