I went into Marée with tempered expectations after not loving its sister restaurant, Lielle (I know I’m in the minority). But the minute I walked in, I felt transported to Paris. The room was lively, the food had the finesse of fine dining without any of the pretense, and the sommelier was wonderfully approachable. I was having such a good time that when they accidentally dropped our leftover duck and offered to make it up to us on our next visit, I barely gave it a second thought. In retrospect, a strange response. But apparently I was having too good a time to be annoyed.
