It’s always been on the list of top fancy restaurants in DC, but for some reason, I never made it to Marcel’s until this past weekend. Call me a skeptic. I asked around first. Was it worth it? The fuss? As good as Citronelle? Better?
A foodie couple loved it.
A snotty couple did, too.
Another friend said it was exquisite, but bird-food sized portions. Her advice, eat before or after dinner.
But a combination of August vacations (by chefs no less!) and Restaurant Week bookings made a trip to Marcel’s inevitable.
It was terrific. Small portions, yes, but delicious and every bite bursting with flavor – and butter. Seven courses – each smaller than an appetizer portion (as our waiter told us in the lead up). What a treat.
Heirloom watermelon – tiny squares of red and yellow fruit mixed with blocks of goat cheese flavored with basil. A lovely sliver of fish in beurre blanc. The best course? Duck. Beautiful medalions of red and pink duck break. A side of duck confit. Blackberry sauce. And I don’t even like duck!
The first bite tasted a little duck-y. But then it might as well have been lamb. It was luscious. Not sure I’m a duck convert, but I won’t be able to dismiss it out of hand anymore.
Will I go to Marcel’s again? Maybe – for a romantic dinner out. It wasn’t cheap – not by a long shot. But it was special.