For our final dinner in San Francisco, Tawn and I returned to Cafe Jacqueline, a charming restaurant in North Beach that specializes in soufflés, both savory and sweet. We first went here a dozen years ago and the place remains as charming as ever.
The restaurant is not very large – a dozen tables, perhaps – and reservations are strongly encouraged. Reviews on yelp.com and other sites sometimes complain that the staff is rude to walk-in customers, but I think that perception is understandable when you consider that their style of restaurant is very different from the average well-reviewed restaurant. They serve only one thing (soufflés) made by one person (Jacqueline) and so the pace of service is very leisurely. People – especially foreign tourists toting their guide books – arrive without reservations and confrontations ensue when their expectations differ from reality. Because of this, the wait staff interrogate walk-in customers in a brusque manner: “Do you know what kind of restaurant this is?”
If you have reservations – or if you are a walk-in and pass the interrogation – you are treated with old world courtesy by friendly, professional waiters who have worked at the cafe for years. It is an old-fashioned kind of place, in the best meaning of that term.
This is a restaurant made for romance. Next to several tables are small plaques commemorating special occasions that happened there. Our table had two such plaques: “George & Laura Vidalia – First Date… Married…” and the more interesting “Dav and Kate – Handshake of Monogamy, MLK Day 1997 – Proposal, MLK Day 2001”.
There is a small selection of soups, salads, and appetizers, all of which are very French. Escargots, onion soup, caviar, and our choice: a spinach and bacon salad.
It took some forty minutes for our savory soufflé to arrive, but this was totally expected and we kept ourselves occupied with an amazing bottle of old vine Zinfandel from Lodi, California. We had the prosciutto and cheese soufflé, which was a thing of beauty.
So that you don’t muss it up, the waiter serves the first portion for you.
Truly, the soufflé is a dish whose tremendous beauty is dashed just as soon as you cut into it. But despite its deflated appearance, the taste is tremendous and the textural contrasts energizing: rich and light, salty and eggy, crispy and smooth – all at the same time.
For dessert, we took advantage of the season and enjoyed a fresh strawberry soufflé. This, of course, was another forty minute wait or so, but that meant that by the time it arrived, we actually had some room in our bellies to enjoy it. I’d say that this soufflé was ever so slightly undercooked, but to such a minor degree that it remained very enjoyable.
Cafe Jacqueline is one of those restaurants that is a must-visit and very appropriate for a special occasion. I hope we’ll make a return visit sooner than another dozen years from now, for I fear that once Mme Jacqueline reaches a certain age, she will decide to retire. As the cafe is a one-woman show, her retirement would likely mean the end of an era, and that would be a truly sad thing.
Worth a try, next time I’ll bring W there for a souffle meal! 😛
Hmmm the attitude is uncalled for though, no?
A romantic evening over good food – you bet. Nice touch visiting the place where you first met.
i read this with a smile the whole time. and look at tawn’s smile! great post.
Good to know. 🙂 I never had souffle it looks interesting. I might have to see if I can find a good restaurant for that in Philly.
The look of the souffles was mouth watering! I have given up eggs for the most part. I pine for eggs and cheese! So enjoying this vicariously is the only way for me…
oh gosh i WANT those souffles. now why haven’t i heard about this place before? 😦
I guess 1 souffle is enough for 2 people? For a romantic dinner, it’s kinda awkward to see the souffle deflated… I was hoping it would stay up. But on a serious note, it’s remarkable that this is essentially just a one person show.
@ElusiveWords – Yeah, one souffle serves two and could probably serve three or even four. By the way, I had this dream that you, Gary, and me met here in Bangkok. I recognized you by your voice. Very strange, huh?@rudyhou – Dunno. You lived in the Bay Area a long while, didn’t you?@murisopsis – I’ll do my part to help you enjoy the dairy products virtually…@Ikwa – A quick search online seems to suggest that the Fountain restaurant at Four Seasons hotel has notably dessert souffles. I don’t know about savory ones, though.@Composing_Life – Glad it brought a smile to you!@CurryPuffy – Would be a great place to go to pop the question. No pressure. LOL@yang1815 – Well, I can understand if they’ve had to deal with years and years of diners arriving who really aren’t in the right mindset for a three-hour dinner. They do what they have to to sort out those folks before they get seated and, an hour in, complain that their main course hasn’t arrived yet.@Fatcat723 – Oh, I may not have explained very clearly. We went here a dozen years ago but this isn’t the place we met. We met at Hong Kong International Airport.
@christao408 – yeah I can see both sides but eh.
@christao408 – Wow… that’s interesting. I wonder what I looked like in your dream?
@ElusiveWords – Well, you can send me a picture and I’ll let you know how prescient my dream was. LOL
@christao408 – hahaha… you’re so sneaky…
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