A long hiatus later, during which there were some technical difficulties, I'm back with another LA eatery - this time, Petit Trois.
I feel like Petit Trois kind of summarizes LA pretentiousness - this French joint is a hip, pricey place ($$$) located in a more run-down corner of Hollywood, sharing its parking lot with a Dunkin Donuts (gentrification!) and still operating under the previous tenant's Thai sign (much unique, such insider cred, wow foodies). Snark aside though, as a occasionally pretentious food person myself, I readily agreed to this place when JH suggested it for a lunch date.
The place itself was tiny and adorable - two counters, one against the kitchen and one against a mirrored bar table decorated in an old-timey style. Clean branded plates lined the counter and, at our seat, we were sometimes served by the chefs themselves. It felt intimate (and, to a not-fancy person like myself, somewhat intimidating at times too!)
Bread service - AMAZING soft and salty butter, I could slurp that stuff by the spoonful. The bread was crusty but fairly ordinary.
Relevant anecdote here - we were dining next to a father-daughter duo and briefly chatted with them about the meal. When they asked us about the bread, we raved about the butter and completely glossed over the bread. Then the daughter revealed that her mother was the one who bakes all Petit Trois' bread... OOPS. Cue awkward, delayed compliments about the bread.
We shared the terrine as an appetizer - tasty, salty, on warm and greasy grilled bread. Love that we had some mustard and pickles too to help cut through the richness of the terrine.
I ordered the croque monsieur and was absolutely unprepared for what I saw the chef preparing: cheese, butter, more cheese, tons of white sauce. The resulting sandwich was actually fairly small looking but so decadently rich and filling. Some pickles as a side, which although I enjoyed as a sour bite through all the cheese and richness, seemed a little thrown on for the price I was paying for the dish.
JH ordered the chicken leg which was prepared with as much greasy goodness as my croque monsieur. The good thing about sitting at this counter is that you can prepare your arteries for what to come. I tasted a bite and it was good - crispy skin and moist meat.
We finished off with a napoleon, and got an unusual treat - since we were the first napoleon order of the day, we watched one of the chefs craft the napoleon from scratch. This added a good half hour to our dining time, but there's a certain satisfaction of knowing you had the absolute first slice of the days' dessert. Flaky pastry and sweet airy cream, nothing particularly special about this but a well done dessert.
Petit Trois had a good selection of wines and liquers as well, which unfortunately as drivers we did not sample.
Our dining neighbors raved that this was "true French style food" that no one else in the states does, and since I have not (yet!) been to France, I will take his word for it. Everything on the menu is a classic by-the-books French dish and extremely decadent. I had never had no-frills French food like this, and enjoyed trying this style for the first time.
To be honest though, I think the experience is the part that actually makes Petit Trois - if at anywhere else I was served a $20 sandwich on a plain plate with three pickles haphazardly thrown on, or had to wait a half hour for dessert, I'd probably never return no matter how tasty the food was. But watching the chefs create these classic dishes is fun, entertaining, educational, and gives you a different kind of perspective on your food.
Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA