Café des Architectes

The Frenchiness of the Sofitel carries over to its sun-streaked restaurant: The servers have accents. They say bonjour and merci. The men all look a little bit like the French men who appear in romantic daydreams, only maybe a little bit older, and, of course, these guys are not whispering j'adore into your ear. They are whispering: “Try the truffle-poached halibut.” And the tender guinea hen, executed with precision and plated with soft polenta and black garlic. The food is a bit heavy, but it all ranges from nice to very nice, especially Patrick Fahy’s interesting desserts, such as a summery almond cake with a jiggly blueberry top.