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John ordered the Pollo alla Francese, and I chose the Ravioli di Pera, which I suspected was their attempt at my precious fiocchi. I couldn't pass on that. John's portion was more than generous. The egg-dipped chicken was tender and the lemon sauce subtle. He liked it. I thought it needed more personality. It came with potatoes and gorgeous, robust broccoli flowerets.
Up to this point, I felt the entire meal was solid but... what's the word I'm looking for? Beige. I was afraid the dessert would be equally unremarkable, especially since we had decided to order the Profiteroles. When done well, these creme-filled puffs covered in chocolate can be a sublime culmination to any meal. I wasn't disappointed. The dough was soft, the cream inside sweet, the chocolate covering a pleasure. If anything left me wanting, it was a good dollop of homemade whipped cream, but that was forgivable.
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