TRAVEL THERE: A LITTLE BIT OF FRANCE AT THE SEADUST
We capped off our discovery tour of the resort by making our way to the gallery of restaurants just off the lobby. Most of the culinary options line this mall and La Maison de Michelle is a headliner. We strolled over and a very distressed lady let us know there was a dress code. We were fine with that and she was much relieved. We changed clothes and were soon presenting ourselves again for entry.
We Could Have Done Without the Sales Pitch
When we were seated, a very self-important little man came to inform us he was the manager and sommelier. He quickly engaged Bill in a conversation about the wine for dinner. I probably had the same look on my face I had when the hustler at the airport was trying to get us to his timeshare. I think they were brothers. Both were soon disappointed. Bill when he saw the prices on the wine list and the sommelier when he figured out we wanted the free stuff.
For free, the red was merlot and white was savignon blanc. Neither was outstanding, but they would have tasted much better without the swarmy sales pitch. Once we opted for the house wine, we never saw our sommelier again.
What we did get was this very strange rack to hang my purse on. That was a real first! I had a teeny bag I would have happily hung on the back of the chair or thrown on the floor, but not at the Maison de Michelle, apparently
So What to Eat
The place was losing points fast when the menus appeared. Get this, the menus were tablet based, complete with pictures of each entree. I’ve seen this before and it’s not my favorite type of menu, but like the light show around the pool, I gave them points for trying.
For starters, Bill chose an asparagus salad and I opted for escargot. We weren’t blown away by our choices. Bill said the asparagus was good, but really needed some sort of dressing. The cute dots didn’t exactly count. I knew my escargot was not going to be the classic presentation I love so much, but I had high hopes that I would like it. I didn’t hate it, but the escargot was tough and should have been sauteed in something, not just heated up. Not up to our hopes, but fair enough to hope the entree would be better.
Our entrees didn’t improve the situation. Bill had a steak and it was OK. I had ordered lamb chops, which somehow became duck. There was such a stew when I pointed out their mistake I decided to go ahead and eat the darned duck chunks. They offered to replace it, but I had a sneaky suspicion that they didn’t have any lamb or it was sub-par and they didn’t want to serve it. Even if there was some language issues, lamb doesn’t sound much like duck. Like Bill’s, mine was OK, but just OK.
Thank Goodness for Dessert
The meal did have a redeeming event called dessert. I had something with chocolate mousse in the description and Bill has no idea what his was called, but they were great. We relished every bite of the meal topper.
As we finished up the meal, we looked around the restaurant and were mostly pleased by what we saw, even if the meal had been somewhat disappointing. The waiting area was too dark and then there was an odd empty spot that made no sense, but the carpet, lighting furniture and decor were lovely.