Wookiee Hut Cuisine presents:
Chez Le Chef
127 Lexington Avenue, New York, NY
Review by SuSu, MaceVindaloo, Puddly, BigNoze

We wanted to like this place. It's cluttered and kitschy, the chef looks a bit like Dr. Isaac Asimov (before he died), the food and pastries have that sort of "ooh, he's a chef!" aura about them. The dining areas are like a private home, which is kind of sweet.

But the food is terrible. Not just terrible — really really awful. The danishes have way too much powdered sugar on them, the pastry is stale and tasteless and really really tough. The french toast was soggy (and we actually like wet french toast) to the point that it was slimy.

It should have been charming and even precious, but it was just bad. "Chef Frederic" as he styles himself was the waiter, and he was rude to his staff and to the customers. He seems cloying, not in a creepy way, but the second time we went, he seemed resentful. Whatever, you know?

Another thing ... no matter how few of you are dining, or how much the bill turns out to be, they charge a gratuity. That explains how an order of french toast, a tiny strawberry tarte, and a cardboard danish with a cup of coffee (with unfresh milk, which the "chef" claimed was "frothy") came to $31.

Pass this place by, don't bother! It will embarrass you, no matter how much the person with you is in love with you!

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