Bistro Vendome
There's a cute little neighborhood of Manhattan where I've never traversed, but discovered one night en route to a French restaurant called Bistro Vendome. The restaurant is in Sutton Place (let me guess your reaction: "where the heck is Sutton Place?!") right under the 59th Street Bridge. It was dark and romantic inside; the restaurant was a sort of crazy configuration of split level - a few tables on the ground floor, a few tables up some steps, and a bigger space down some steps. The different levels gave the eatery some charm, but must make it very difficult for wait staff to maneuver. Many of the diners were a few generations older than us, meaning they spoke to the staff in fluent French and were probably dignitaries or ambassadors or some such thing. It was very cute to people-watch. Alex had a duck leg confit and I had a big ol' vat of Normande mussels. The duck leg was perched on a plate almost like it was seductively beckoning like tha