Le Périgord, the unpretentiously pedigreed Sutton Place dining institution, may be over 45 years old, but a spiffy refurbishing and the always wonderful food keeps celebrities, U.N. delegates and loyal regulars returning year in and year out, to make this Grand Dame NY’s most satisfying luxury French restaurant.
A recent dinner starting with a dozen sparkling East Coast oysters, followed by a fresh ramp Vichyssoise, then miraculous baby soft shell crabs in butter almond sauce and airy soufflés, not to forget the grand dessert carte, breads and superb wine selection, all at affordable prices, keeps Le Perigord the reigning star of NY luxury French restaurants. If there could be just one host in this town, George Briguet would be the king. Our personal favorite!
Beef Wellington Burger at Le Perigord
This ain’t no patty: it’s a classic reinvented for one of the city’s most unique burgers
The most elegant burger in town since the db burger–that foie gras and truffle-stuffed delicacy served at Daniel Boulud’s DB Bistro Moderne–is delivered with a knife and fork, by a waiter wearing a tuxedo.
Le Perigord’s just-launched beef Wellington burger ($18) transforms one classic dish into another. Executive chef Joel Benjamin mixes the beef, a lean prime chuck from Gachot & Gachot (also the favorite purveyors of Peter Luger), with clarified fat of foie gras, sautéed shallots, and a mix of oyster, porcini and shiitake mushrooms. The beef blend is then seared to seal in the juices. In lieu of a bun, Benjamin surrounds the meat with puff pastry, then bakes the dish until the meat is medium rare and the pastry a flaky golden brown. Served with rich truffle jus and haricot vert, the result is a succulent, luxurious, retro-meets-modern indulgence.
The burger, which was added to the a la carte lunch and dinner menu just last week, marks a landmark for the restaurant: This is the first time in Le Perigord’s 49-year history that one has appeared on the menu. Known for its classic French cooking, dignified service and table-side presentations, it may take some time for some of Le Perigord’s regulars to get used to the new addition, offered alongside signature dishes such as Dover sole meuniere ($50). No doubt, however, this burger is poised to win a new breed of loyalists on its own.
Le Perigord, 405 E. 52nd St., New York, NY
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Pinch me, it’s finally spring in New York! And now that we’ve had our fill of ramps and fiddlehead ferns, it’s time to sink our claws into soft shell crabs.
Citing the crabs’ sweet flavor and versatility, Top Chef winner Harold Dieterle counts them among his favorite ingredients to work with. “The arrival of the soft shells is always an exciting one for me. It indicates that the seasons are changing, and opens up a lot of the possibilities for what we can do in the kitchen.” One such creation at The Marrow last month featured crispy crabs paired with mustard greens, pickled ramps, cocoa nibs and a spicy almond sauce.
Here’s what three other local chefs are doing with them this year and where you can find ‘em.
Seafood whiz and Chef Ed Brown loves the sweet and briny flavor of his “softies.” At his upscale seafood spot in the Empire Hotel, Brown counts the way he loves them: “I cook them with just a touch of olive oil on theplancha, quick-fry them for a great sandwich or even give them the lightest coating of tempura, just enough to hold a few panko crumbs to make them super crisp.” To experience spring’s full bounty, order the daily sell-out special of Seared Soft Shell Crabs with Ramp Pesto, pea tendrils, spring vegetables and grilled sourdough, available through the end of the month.
Over on the east side, this fine French dining landmark makes soft shell crabs the star of their three-course prix-fixe menu (through the end of the season). Chef Joel Benjamin gives them the classical French treatment by preparing them à la meunière: after a whole-milk soak, the crabs are lightly (but thoroughly) coated in flour, then fried in clarified butter to achieve the perfect crisp-tender ratio. They’re nestled on a bed of wilted spinach and drizzled with lemon juice and melted butter (Mais oui!), then topped with a sprinkle of chopped parsley.
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In subterranean Manhattan, “Bishop of Bivalves” Executive Chef Sandy Ingber shows equal adeptness with soft shells. This season Ingber experiments with over 100 recipes for inspired preparations, giving the crabs a Cajun persuasion with smoky Tasso pork and roasted corn, or extra crunch with a macadamia nut crust and a zippy pomegranate buerre blanc. For the perfect summer salad, opt for Jerked Soft Shell Crabs. Four of the jerk-rubbed, grilled softies arrive on greens with hearts of palm, grape tomatoes and tidy piles of mango salsa, all dressed with passion fruit-poppy seed dressing.
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Hot and trendy restaurants are no doubt a part of the NYC dining palate, but there is much to say for the tried and true. Le Périgord, a 48-year-old French restaurant on Manhattan’s East Side, meets the definition of haute cuisine, minus the stuffiness. Despite the gracious formality, the dining room has an open, airy feel, with pale gold walls, elegantly framed sketches of Parisian scenes and pristine white tablecloths. Le Périgord offers both an à la carte (roasted rack of lamb, Dover sole, beef Wellington) and a prix fixe menu (with more than a dozen entrées to choose from). And those desserts (left)! Floating islands, tartes Tatin: Let them eat cake, indeed.
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The Restaurant Interview: Georges Briguet
by Christopher Carpenter
Open since 1964, Le Périgord has been host to movie stars across the ages from Liz Taylor and Richard Burton, to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Visiting members of the UN, faithful regulars, and French food enthusiasts have kept Georges busy for nearly 50 years.
“How’s the beef bourguignon?” It was lunchtime on a Wednesday at Le Périgord and a half-empty glass of white wine was sitting next to a very full glass of red wine, above a white china bowl of meaty brown stew; its aroma wafting up in nearly visible tendrils. Owner Georges Briguet continued: “If you want to make this bourguignon, first you go to a butcher and ask him for a cut to make a beef stew. He’ll give you the shoulder, the chuck of the shoulder.” He went on to give cooking instructions, which included braising the beef, adding turnips, carrots, celery, potato, onions, 2-3 glasses of red wine, and a little salt before a low and slow period in the oven of about 2-3 hours. “The beef is the key…If it’s the right cut, it will do all the work for you.” He had barely finished this oration when a large constituency of Uruguayan diplomats stopped in, presumably taking a break from the nearby United Nations HQ, for lunch. Georges greeted them formally, made his rounds throughout the dining room, and sat back down to chat a bit longer about his restaurant, Le Périgord, one of the oldest and best French restaurants in New York City.
You know when you’re young and you walk into an expensive home, preferably owned by an adult, and immediately feel like you don’t belong there? That’s kind of how I felt at Le Perigord; the restaurant looks very exclusive from the outside – white curtains in the windows prevent from seeing inside, and once you’re actually inside you are transported back to 1964, when the establishment was first built. The old New York feel, the UES crowd, the waiters in tuxes – all very old school to me. The best part about Le Perigord though, in my humble opinion, is the service. We were greeted warmly at the door, taken to our cozy corner table (perfect spot for people watching) and offered a glass of wine or champagne while we browsed the menu. So far so good (and when was the last time someone offered you champagne upon arrival?) The menu at Le Perigord doesn’t have prices on it – that’s how you know you’re in for it. But hey, go big or go home, right? And so, we did.
I can’t avoid lobster bisque when I see it on a menu – I just can’t. And anytime I go to a French restaurant I feel it’s necessary to order everything that sounds rich and decadent (read: butter, cheese, puff pastry), so naturally we got the vegetable tart, the scallops with vegetable risotto, and the smoked salmon and corn muffin with sour cream. The lobster bisque was very tasty, but different than what I’m used to; there were no chunks of lobster in it, and the broth was a light brown as opposed to the pinkish hue I usually see. It was salty and rich – if I had to finish the whole thing I might have swelled up like a puffer fish and fallen asleep.
The vegetable tart was probably the most deceiving dish; for something that was basically butter and cheese in a flaky crust with some julienned vegetables running through it, it was light and delicious. I could eat a vegetable tart like that every day – I wouldn’t, due to my arteries, but it would be nice if I could.
When life hands you rice, make risotto. I know that’s not the real saying, but it should be. There is nothing wrong with risotto. NOTHING. Ok? It’s just one of the most delicious starches out there and I don’t much care for anyone who disagrees. The scallops with vegetable risotto were light, perfectly cooked, and the risotto was oh-so-creamy. There was a drizzle of deep green olive oil at the bottom that added a richness to the dish…just wonderful.
Unfortunately our last appetizer left a bit of a salty taste in our mouths. Ok, a very salty taste. I love salt, but the house-smoked salmon with corn muffin, sour cream and salmon caviar was too much. They sprinkle the dish with onions and capers when it arrives at your table (nice touch), so I had really high hopes for it, but the corn muffin was dry, and like I said, the salmon was just way too salty. Continue reading “The Skinny Pig” »
This is the latest edition of Who Goes There? a regular feature in which Lost City’s Brooks of Sheffield cracks the doors on mysteriously enduring Gotham restaurants—unsung, curious neighborhood mainstays with the dusty, forgotten, determined look—to learn secrets of longevity and find out, who goes there.
Something about the padded, sequestered interior of Le Périgord, the French haute cuisine holdout on east-east-east 52nd Street, turns people into librarians. Nobody at a typical lunch shift at this nearly 50-year-old restaurant talked much above a whisper. And yet the air—which smelled vaguely of your grandmother’s living room—is so still (no music inside, no traffic outside) you could clearly hear conversations a few tables away.
“You go to this restaurant to feel like a human being,” said a man to his friend. I pegged the speaker being in his late 50s, but later realized that he was a well-preserved septuagenarian. No one in the room, waiter or patron, was under 40. When a pair a twentysomethings came in later, they were so befuddled by the unfamiliar scene of relaxed gentility that they seated themselves, thinking that was OK. The maître d’ soon resituated them.
Le Périgord is still owned by Georges Briguet, who bought the place from the original owner two years after the restaurant opened. Without too much mental effort, one can guess the sort of celebrity that came here once upon a time. Truman Capote, Henry Kissinger, Jackie Kennedy, etc. Plus, a regular salting of nearby UN officials. And, of course, your run-of-the-mill, blue-suited moneybags who thinks Kissinger wasn’t so bad, and Capote was mean to write that stuff about Babe Paley in Answered Prayers.
My relatively talkative neighbor was certainly a regular—so regular that he asked whether a favored lamb dish that wasn’t on the menu was available. It was. “Well, why don’t you put it on the damn menu then?” he muttered as the waiter walked away. (Just because the customers look polished doesn’t mean they are. My friend dropped an F bomb every other sentence, and talked with great relish about past trysts.) “I have some friends coming into town and they asked for restaurant recommendations,” he told his more docile friend. “I thought of sending them here, but thought they might think it too dull. So I told them to go to Le Grenouille.”
I took my neighbor’s tip and ordered the wonderful Le Buffet Froid—a delicious selection of chilled asparagus, celery, cheese, pâté, cornichons, shrimp, tomato and other tidbits. Almost a meal in itself, it was sublimely satisfying. I followed that with Sole Meunière, grilled with a mustard sauce. Hey, if I’m in a place like this, I’m going to order a dish like that. It was worth the $45 just to watch the waiter expertly bone the fish tableside. Where does that happen anymore in Manhattan? Plus, the fillet was delectable; the veggies perfectly steamed. There was a dessert trolley—of course there was!—but I passed. The espresso was expert.
My neighbor had moved on to the topic of money. Actually, he seldom left it. Most conversations at Le Périgord are about money or old times. The two men reminisced about sitting on stoops in Brooklyn back in the days when they had no scratch. Recently, the guy’s house was reappraised at a value of $4 million. He seemed to be in the art game. “25 years ago, I could have told anybody I knew how to get rich. You buy a Hopper etching for $500. Today, it would be worth $150,000.” He laughed. “Why didn’t I do that, and make myself rich?”
His friend paused briefly over his pâté. “But, you did,” he replied.Bess Adler]
By Christopher A. Pape
To be at the vanguard of dining in New York City is hard enough; to do so for over 40 years is incredible. For Le Périgord on the far east side of 52nd, it is commonplace; so good is their food that generations of customers have experienced a meal here.
Being a resident of 52nd street, I had to try it for myself, as I had heard so many exemplary adjectives thrown its way (restaurants wish to receive half of the praise Le Périgord has in its illustrious career). Owned by George Briguet, the restaurant is testament to the way French food was – haute cuisine in an elegant setting.
Recently renovated, Le Périgord is the premiere destination for French cuisine in New York. The service is polished. The host is ageless and gracious. In addition to tableside service of Dover sole, duck l’orange and rack of lamb, the traditional fare also includes such staples as individual beef Wellington, coquilles St. Jacques and kidneys in mustard sauce.
Of course a French restaurant wouldn’t be complete without foie gras, which at Le Périgord is exquisite. Another dish that is not on the menu, but if you ask ahead of the Le Périgord team will be glad to make – pike quenelles. One of my favorite treats, it is a dish that is without flaw at this stalwart.
A note about the service and atmosphere before continuing on about the food; each member of the restaurant’s team was thorough, friendly and knowledgeable. Throughout the service I never felt rushed to finish the meal, nor did I feel neglected; it was the perfect amount of attention a diner could ask for.
Don’t forget to leave room for the fabulous soufflés and the legendary “temptation trolley” of desserts which always includes such timeless favorites as tarte Tatin, chocolate mousse and floating islands. The extensive, award-wining wine list includes a fine selection of both old and recent vintages, all at sensible prices.
If you’re looking for classic haute French cuisine, at quite reasonable prices, then look no further than Le Périgord. George and his team will be happy to serve you and the food will speak for itself. Go – you won’t be disappointed! •
405 East 52nd Street
New York, NY 10022
They say the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. That’s certainly the case with me. If you are looking to woo and seduce someone, you cannot go wrong with any of these restaurants. They offer impeccable service, delectable food, and unforgettable experiences.
Le Perigord: 405 East 52nd Street – Sutton Place – If you are in the mood for classic New York, Le Perigord is your choice. Their 3-course prix-fixe menu ($65/pp) includes dishes such as lobster bisque, warm foie gras with seasonal fruit, filet of sea bass with creamy country mustard sauce, Dover sole with lemon butter meuniere sauce or grilled with mustard, and a roasted rack of lamb with fresh thyme crust.
NY Lunchbox: Le Perigord
If the guéridons don’t give away how seriously Le Périgord takes its traditional elegance, maybe the tuxedoed and white-jacketed wait staff does.
The stately restaurant— which opened in 1964 and remains a longtime favorite of United Nations diplomats—has a $32 prix fixe lunch that seems ideal for a visiting, elderly relative or a business summit.
The menu, written in proper French, has English translations for those less worldly. A tarte aux legumes au beurre acidule—or a vegetable tart with butter—is perfect with pâtés aux truffles, or fettuccine with black-truffle sauce.
Another combination includes clams, cooked with shallots and vinegar, with a tasty, tangy beef bourguignon stew. An à la carte menu exists for those who don’t want the filling prix-fixe fare.
“Most people eat light lunches except for the duck, because it’s slightly sweet and not quite as filling,” said executive chef Joel Benjamin.
Although his restaurant is showy, Mr. Benjamin dismisses any notion that the bourgeoisie are unwelcome to his bourguignon.
“No one comes with a T-shirt or jeans on,” he said. “But people come with a light shirt or a light jacket. People are fairly comfortable.”
Le Périgord, 405 E. 52nd St. near First Avenue; serving lunch Monday through Friday between noon and 3 p.m.; 212-755-6244.
A version of this article appeared February 5, 2013, on page A18 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: French Gets Comfortable.
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