You were right when you said that French-colonial Vietnamese restaurants were here to stay.
You guys said that, right?
Either way, here’s Le Fat, your new Guy Wong–helmed spot for interesting drinks and South-Asian-period-piece delights of an edible nature (feels a little niche, but go with it), soft-opening as soon as tomorrow on the Westside. (Here’s your slideshow and here’s your menu.)
This place should bring back some good memories. Like Hanoi in 1922, when you spent that summer at the French diplomat’s estate. You remember. Those subway-tiled walls and mosaic floors when you first walked in. The framed antique maps and portraits. It’s just like that.
And how about the old tearoom? There’s one here, too. Except this one has a bar. And a giant hand-painted mural of cherry blossom trees. Gaze ardently into their branches as you and your date sip Le Avocats with barley shochu, sweet milk and avocado. You’ve forgotten how refreshing it is to drink avocados.
And then there’s the room right before you, reminiscent of that grand old dining room from days of yore. Locate a table or a secluded booth in the back and have your way with some chili garlic prawns and duck buns.
It’s like you never left.