Report Cards: Mickael Pietrus.
I’ve secretly been dreading writing this report card. In a couple of days or weeks Air France might just fly up out of this ‘ish to Chicago or elsewhere, but there needs to be some discussion first. I spared Dolin the duty, since he now has a personal relationship to consider. But this is tough; MP2 has always seemed to give a good effort and say the right things, but grading Pietrus is like grading a multi-course French dinner. Certain parts of the meal worked. Others, not so much.
The appetizer was inviting and tempted the palette. It showed maturity and a newfound synergy with the menu as a whole. And far less Dunleavening. The soup and salad courses were uneven, but mostly because they were so important, sans J-Rich. Then the main course arrives. Chef Pietrus showed moments of greatness during the entree, but overall it was just not that well thought out or particularly filling. And finally, we come to the dessert, which appears to have been prepared by the busboy, while the chef was out back smokin’ a doob with the maitre ‘d. I’m sorry Chef P., but the overall verdict is the same as it was last time we visited your establishment: two and a half stars.
Daniel Turman
PS. Two free throws. I’m sorry breaux. Two free throws in Utah and the world shakes on its axis. Instead, I have to blog about Spurs versus Jazz.