Les Bubbles is for L

They only do one thing.

On Saturday night I went to Les Bubbles for dinner with a friend. For those of you that don’t know Les Bubbles, at least main course wise, only has one dish.

Steak Frites(fries) and green salad.

You get the green salad first and then the steak and fries. Unless you ask for something else, there is a sign on the menu that says it is cooked medium-rare. I will get to the meal soon though.

Atmosphere

When you go into Les Bubbles, you are greeted by a rather friendly individual. We had originally booked for four, and fortuitously only two of us could make it. I say this as the table we were at was a touch small. The man who led us to our table said that he knew it was small, but people are surprised at how easy it is for 4 people to eat at such a tiny table. I suspect part of the reason for this is that once you start the steak you stop caring about space and just think about the steak…and the fries.

We were seated and almost immediately I notice the photos on the walls, though in hindsight I don’t entirely remember what they were of. I mostly remember the staff buzzing about. They were remarkably good at quickly walking through the small space behind the guests without too much intrusion, the place is a little narrow due to the layout, but not for those sitting down. There were booths that looked like they could seat six, and a few larger tables, one of which began filling when we got there and seemed to continuously get more people as we ate.

The kitchen was on the other side of the bar, you could see all the cooking happening. I enjoyed the view out the window of Fortitude Valley, and looking in the direction of the photos, that I now realise I paid absolutely bugger all attention to.

Choices, choices, choices…

Mainly, how do you want it cooked.

As most of you know, from a very recent entry, I prefer my steak to be blue, if not raw. This was what I ordered. I also ordered a long black, which wasn’t too bad either. I have rather happily developed the habit of ordering coffee over soft drink if it is available.

Our choices made from the exhaustive list of one option, we sat back and waited, for a short amount of time before the salad was presented as an entree.

The salad consisted of soft green leafy bits, walnuts and dijonnaise, or a dijon based vinaigrette not sure. All in all, it was just the right amount for an entree, even for me. The whole thing was simple, like something you could make at home if you could be bothered…which I can’t.

The steak and fries came out next. Oh, you do get to make a choice on sauces. There was Sauce Cafe De Paris, Sauce Bearnaise and a Green Peppercorn and Cognac. I naturally got all three. I looked at the steak and the decent sized hill of fries next to it, I was going to say mountain but I reckon you could have gotten more on the plate.

Cautiously I cut a big enough piece off of the steak to see whether or not it was blue. YES. It tasted great and it was blue. Nice.

I tried a frie. They were really good too.

I was blown away. I was expecting to like the food, but the steak was better than I was expecting. I tried it with each of the sauces and while I did like it with the Sauce Cafe De Paris the best, I much preferred it on its own.

After the steak vanished, I began on the fries. Any leftover sauce I had went onto the fries. The fries were thin, the right level of crisp and full of salty, potatoey goodness.

I leant back in my chair and finished my second cup of coffee, and the remaining bread.

Oh yeah, there was bread and butter too.

Now for Dessert.

At this point we headed down the small street next to Les Bubbles to Mr Fitzy’s. I had a craving for ice cream and about 50 steps from dinner, maybe 55, was some ice cream. I got three scoops. Butterscotch, called something else, Raspberry sherbert/sorbet type thing and a blue one.

The blue one tasted mostly of vanilla, but was that bright I felt like I was eating playdough.

The butterscotch one was pretty good and so was the raspberry one.

Next time I go to Mr Fitzy’s I am going to get an ice cream cookie sandwich.

Next time I go to Les Bubbles I am not going to bother getting sauce.

Next week is M, and I am not 100% certain it isn’t just going to be an ice cream cookie sandwich.

We shall see, dear reader, we shall see.