Thank god Iphones have gps because this place was about as easy to find as two native americans in the same room. My taxi passed it and kept going till I pointed out that the numbers were going the wrong way and that even though we were in the west village logic still has prescedence over stupidity. He let me and my super-hot-recently-single-jailbait-date out a few feet away from a large wooden wall which apparently is in fact a very good restaurant called Mas. I was only a few minutes late for my reservation but they still had my tiny table waiting for me. I of course did not take the ultra comfortable looking banquet because i am not an ass but I would have liked a sit. Perhaps I should have ingested more liquid courage and joined my date on the other side but I had the feeling that this wasnt that kind of place. It felt a bit fancy but still relaxed. The menus were sparse but presented nice options anyway. Everything was seasonal and therefore guaranteed difficult to mess up even for a retard chef and also incredibly expensive. I coerced my hot date quite easily into doing the 4 course tasting menu and drinking a bottle of french wine (great wine list) but failed to coerce her into an impromptu make out session in the bathroom (which i forgot to check out darnit!!!). The amuse bouche was a joke, some crappy little pieces of corn and some kind of green rabbit food like thing was super forgettable, thank god thats freebie. The first course was a salmon cucumber toastie thing which was so good I was sexually satisfied right there... i swear! That was followed by something but i cant remember..... It was good, but I cant remember. Then the monkfish... this was bland at best. Really a failure but it was still pallatable and small enough not to mess up my appetite for the last course. I had a pork loin with flageolet and it was remeniscent of a duck confit set up but a really nice take on it. I found it both familiar and surprising, however I would have liked my beans cooked a bit more. The dessert was so good I wanted to die in the middle, be reincarnated as a fruit fly, fly into the room and land into the dessert to try it again for the first time. It was chocolate decedance. Made from valhrona chocolate with both bittersweet and dark chocolate coming together into a sweet symphony of mouth pleasure. I would like to make out with the dessert chef for this one (please be a member of the swedish bikini team). Overall, this place was delicious and unforgettable but not perfect. My palate has become more refined since my last post and I am going to be a bit harsh, but this place is probably one of the best I have eaten at in a long time. Please go eat here. 8.5 out of 10 ninja stars
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