The fact that this topic is still on it's first page, with the first post 3 years ago, is a shame of gargantuan proportions.
My wife and I dined here this evening, as a substitute for Valentine's Day. I can honestly say that, save for the night we got engaged at Jean Louis nearly 17 years go, this was probably the finest meal from top to bottom we have ever had in DC, in the 20+ years we have lived in the area.
Service, from the valet parking in front of the restaurant, all the way through the meal and back to the valet, was perfect. I mean, not great,
perfect. Not a thing could have been done better. My wife was suffering from a sore throat and a fractured tailbone (goddamned ice storm), and she was simultaneously treated like a princess, and not made to feel like they were fawning over her.
The
menu on the website is close to what we were presented, so feel free to follow along at home. As this was a special occasion, and we had a gift certificate from my boss as a holiday bonus, we elected to go whole hog with the seven course tasting menu. I would say that on another occasion we might go with 4 or 5 courses, but I can't think of any course that I would like to delete! When we indicated that we wanted all 7 courses, and weren't running for a show, the waiter made sure to indicate that he would pace us to about 2.5 hours, and if we wanted to go slower or faster at any point, to just say the word. We didn't make such a request all through the meal, never felt either rushed or ignored, and we were out the door in exactly 2 hours 40 minutes.
While looking at the menu, I decided to grab a glass of bubbly, and my wife just wanted hot tea. I should point out that during the meal they brought her a new pot of hot water 3 times, and a new tea bag twice (and not the cheap shit, but
good tea), but only one charge appeared on the bill. I don't see the rose sparkler that I had on the glass list, but I will say that for $10 I was served a ridiculously large pour (par for the evening).
For the first course, my wife went for
Caramelized Chestnut Soup, Black Trumpet Mushrooms, and I had
Gâteau of Crab, Aged Sherry Shallot Butter (from the second course on the website menu). When we ordered the soup, the waiter made sure to point out that the soup contained bacon as well - was this ok? OK? We're talking bacon here, and we're Jewish. Better than ok, it's beautiful. And the soup was too, containing the pure essensce of chestnuts, earthy mushrooms, and of course, beautiful bacon. I shouldn't shortchange the crab, which was essentially the French interpretation of a crab cake, which was sweet, ethereal, and rich.
Since my wife was not drinking, I was relegated to pours by the glass for the evening. I wanted something white but not fruity for the second and third courses. Our waiter pushed aside the "by the glass" list, and poured me a 2005 Château Graville Lacoste Graves. $50 on the bottle menu - he charged me $12 for a ridiculously large pour, which he then topped off with the third course. This was to be the theme for the evening - get Daniel sloshed.
For the second course, I had the
Seared Scallop, Yellow Wax Bean Risotto. A perfectly seared scallop, nearly gelatin in the center, laid upon a bed of "risotto", made from wax beans. Playful and yet classic, this was one of the evening highlights. My wife went for a Salmon Ravioli, which I don't see on the online menu. The pasta was perfectly cooked, and while I thought my taste was a tad fishy, my wife disagreed and nearly licked the plate clean.
Next, I had the
Roasted Alaska Black Cod, Pink Grapefruit & Ginger. While I thought the cod was served beautifully, nicely crisped on the outside, and the grapefruit/ginger combo was brilliant, I thought the cod could have had a bit more flavor. My wife says that I am just on drugs, and it tasted just like cod to her. She selected a Dover Sole that I don't see on the menu, but disappeared before I could get a taste.
With the meat courses approaching, I again placed myself in the hands of the waiter for a glass of something red. I don't see it on the online wine list, either by the bottle or glass, but it was a 2004 Australian Shiraz that was spicy, not too fruity, and worth far more than the $15 he poured it for.
For the first meat course, I could not avoid the
Marcel’s Classic Boudin Blanc. It's a freaking blend of various animal fats, stuffed in a tube and crisped. If you don't love this, get the hell out of town. It took all of my love for my wife to share this with her, though her veal cheeks over polenta, laid on a bed of mushroom-stuffed spinach didn't exactly suck.
Next my wife went with the
Pepper Encrusted Bison Entrecôte, Bordelaise Sauce. This is what beef should taste like - f*ck the corn-fed crap that we're served elsewhere. Thank god she agreed to share it with me. I had a roasted squab breast that was a different preparation than the website menu. It was served medium rare over an israeli couscous with a red wine reduction and sauteed greens of some variety - my memory, along with the copious pours of booze, were failing me at this point.
For the cheese course, we shared some Humbolt Fog and Saint Andre. Don't ask me about the accompaniments with the cheese - by the time he brought over a "taste" (really, a full pour) of Sauternes for the HF and a 40-year-old Tawny Port for the Saint Andre, I was pretty well shitfaced.
But not so much that I didn't appreciate my
Valrhona Chocolate Mouse Tower, Raspberry Coulis, or my wife's Passionfruit cheesecake, nor the French Press coffee that came along with it.
Again, service was picture perfect, and the Sauternes, Port, coffee, tea refills, and wine topoffs did not appear on the bill, though my 30% gratuity did.
You are kidding yourself if you believe that you are dining at the finest places in the city, but you have not yet been to Marcel's.