"Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food." William HazlittI'd been thinking about trying Le Cornichon since I first heard about it more than a year ago. We finally got around to having dinner at this French restaurant in Old Town.
The interior is a modern art piece. Lots of acute angles, funky fixtures, and clashing colors.



V calls it "Doots! Doots! Doots!" music (That's as close as I can get to her verbalization of the techno style tracks).
We receive a bread basket filled with fresh baguette slices.


V took one small taste and pushed it away. I ate it, but only because I was hungry. I know it was a gift, but still, it's hard to imagine who would appreciate such an offering.
For an appetizer, I wanted something I hadn't tried before. I ordered the oeufs en meurettes (190 CZK).

It was really delicious -- everything I hoped it would be. I enjoyed every bite of the tangy, buttery sauce.
When my fork broke the soft egg, the yolk ran into the sauce and made it even richer. There was bacon on top. I cleaned the plate with pieces of bread.
V ordered the Cornichon Salad with scallop and pleurotte mushrooms (260 CZK).

But V found the oily dressing boring and the whole thing fairly bland and uninspired.
We ordered a bottle of wine with our meal. I asked our waiter to recommend one of three possibilities from the Languedoc-Roussillon region.
They were all similarly priced, but I was impressed that he suggested the cheapest one - the Corbieres Domaine Castelmaure (460 CZK).

We asked for a large bottle of water and got San Benedetto still water (160 CZK). I much prefer cheaper bottles of Mattoni, but that's me.
For a main course, V got the Corsican squid (295 CZK). The somewhat thick chunks of squid were fresh and tender, not overcooked or chewy.

The dish failed to inspire desire. It tasted of the sea -- of seafood and salt -- but not much else was going on with it. Simplicity can sometimes lead to greatness, but I thought this was just too simple.
I ordered the coq au vin with tagliatelle (295 CZK). It was a very ample portion.

I thought it was too salty and V agreed with me at first. She decided to mention it to the waiter.

"It is not too much salt. Our chef uses very little salt. It is the dry wine he cooks with."
"Ah," V said. "And do you use chicken or do you really get roosters?" She thought ours was a rooster, but she wanted to be 100% sure.
"We regularly get old roosters delivered from Moravia," he replied. After the waiter left, she tried some more of my coq au vin.
"I don't think it's too salty," she said.
"There's your pro-Moravian bias again, I teased. "If it was a Bohemian rooster, you wouldn't be so forgiving."
"No, it's not too salty." I backed off. No need for a cockfight in the middle of dinner.
Mixing the sauce and meat well with the tagliatelle did make it better, cutting the salinity (or dry wine) level.
And there was so much meat, we took some home and made another light meal out of it the next day. I did enjoy it more at home for some reason.
For dessert, I ordered the fondant (160 CZK).

Le Cornichon's version was intensely chocolately, but also intensely sweet. It was too sweet for me, and I am a chocolate fanatic with a sweet tooth.
We both felt the rustic-oriented cuisine clashed with the fashionable, modern interior. It's just a subjective feeling, but the food didn't feel like it belonged there.

For a stylish place in the center, the prices were not over the top. But our bill, in part because of the wine, was 1790 CZK before tip. Not a cheap country dinner.
Le Cornichon was not bad, but nothing special for either of us. I'd try it again if someone else suggested it, but won't be rushing back on my own account.
If forced to choose, I prefer wit over salt. So I enjoyed the conversation more than food.
Le Cornichon
Betlémská 9
Prague 1
Tel. (+420) 222 211 766
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