If I didn't like the food/place/service, I just don't go back for more abuse. Occasionally circumstances (namely Richie) conspire against me. In this case, it was a return to Aimee's Bistro, 800 S. Pacific Coast Hwy, Redondo Beach 310-316-1081
Aimee's has been in this location for the past 17 years; we must have last visited 15 years ago. Aimee herself greeted us rather brusquely; she was trying to do three things at once -- direct servers, shoot dirty looks at the chef and seat us.
Since her English had a French accent, I addressed her in French. She ignored me. Her attention was elsewhere. By the end of the meal, I'd concluded she was, perhaps, a bit hard of hearing. Almost nothing on her menu appealled (due equally I'm sure to our reception and the fact that I don't eat innards, fish or lamb.)
With Bastille Day approaching, Himself decided he wanted to go French. As in Aimee's Bistro. I pulled up the menu and decided on escargot and a Caesar salad.
Aimee was nowhere to be seen, but a woman who could have been her daughter (but wasn't - I asked) was in charge. Our waitress was from Russia, a young dumpling of a woman with a small nose set above a tiny, rosebud mouth. She had absolutely beautiful skin. She spoke English quite well.
This is lemon-cured shrimp with diced peach, mango, red and yellow tomatoes and glazed avocado on a thin slice of cucumber. Sprinkle brown sugar on the avocado and torch it for a crust.
These are the escargots. Billed as having the traditional garlic sauce, these had a lemon front taste with a faintly garlic back taste. The dish looks yellow because of the Parmesan cheese topping! They were different, but acceptable unless the real deal is available.
I finally figured out that when a Caesar is served like this, it's okay to pick up a leaf by the stem end and daintily nibble on the lettuce. Who knew?
Richie's entree - filet mignon with garlic mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus and a potato galette as decor.
Drinks and dinner $130 with a $22 tip.
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