Even in Paris there are plenty of bistros that serve competent classics that fall short of memorable. La Goulue, which has been on the Upper East Side since 1973, is like one of these places—adequate but unexciting. Yet it has endured because it continues to fill a niche: competent food in a gracious and authentic French setting. The bistro fare goes beyond steak and moules frites but it doesn't tantalize. Coquilles St. Jacques, or scallops, are seared to a perfect brown crust on the outside and are sweet and tender inside, and they're served with a tomato confit tart. Grilled sardines are fresh and crispy, but lack in seasoning. Still, you can't beat the place for charm: outdoor wicker chairs, brown leather banquettes, and brass railings provide a respite for weary Madison Avenue shoppers, or those who enjoy watching the hustle-bustle tourist-shoppers barrel up the street while they sit back and suck down a glass of red wine or an ice cold vodka martini. — Nancy Davidson
Recommended Dishes
Steak au poivre, $39.50
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I am sad to see La Goulue go. Pretty as she is, her owner must have been strangled by his landlord until his eyes bulged, because look at those prices! Insupportable, menu speak for Big, Whopping, Unbearable. Service there was never really bad, but if I were confronted by some of the galling things cited by other writers here, I would have stormed out. It seems like the behavior of servers - classic French especially, who are seeing their income plummet, and blaming the poor, hapless customers they get. As to the food, I stuck with sauteed fresh fish and some good white wine. Never a bad choice.
My 70-year-old Mom was visiting from the Midwest and I brought her to La Goulue for lunch while shopping for a wedding dress. I had eaten there after trips to Barneys and thought she would love it. We were seated and when we tried to order a light lunch of appetizers and soups, they insisted that we order an entree a piece. We explained that we did not want that much food and they insisted that we LEAVE. I honestly could not believe it. The server was embarrassed, but said it was policy. We prepared to go and the manager, who could not have been more callous or arrogant, held us there (literally would not let us leave) until we paid for the large bottle of sparkling water we had not had a moment to even sip. The greedy policy at La Goulue and the horrendous behavior of the manager made me embarrassed for my city and mortified for my poor Mom who was treated with unbelievable rudeness. When closing the door on us, a woman said, in punctuation, We have been here for more than 30 years. How that happened is a profound mystery to me.