Thursday, April 17, 2014
By NANCY HEISER
Correction: This story was revised at 12:07 p.m., June 7, 2011, to correctly spell the last name of restaurant owners Steve and Michelle Corry.
Petite Jacqueline, a new bistro, has been open since early March.
Derek Davis/Staff Photographer
Petite Jacqueline is located in the former Evangeline space at Longfellow Square.
Derek Davis/Staff Photographer
PETITE JACQUELINE, 190 State St., Portland. 553-7044; Bistropj.com
HOURS: Open daily for dinner only, 5 p.m. to close.
CREDIT CARDS: Visa, Mastercard and American Express
PRICE RANGE: Appetizers, $4 to $13; main courses, $12 to $25; prix fixe of 3 courses, $30.
BAR: Full. The wine list is mostly French, with several choices of varietals and blends in the moderately priced range ($24 to $48). Reserves run to $170. Carafes and glasses (11 choices, $5 to $8) offered.
WHEELCHAIR ACCESS: Yes
BOTTOM LINE: At Petite Jacqueline, tables are close, portions are reasonable, service is casual and attentive, and food is consistently excellent. The traditional French fare may be regular sustenance to those across the Atlantic, but in Maine, cassoulet, foie gras, coq au vin and steak tartare expertly prepared in-house and served in a lively bistro atmosphere has added another welcome dimension to the city's dining choices.
Ratings follow this scale and take into consideration food, atmosphere, service and value:
The Maine Sunday Telegram visits an establishment twice if the first dining experience was unsatisfactory.
PORTLAND — Petite Jacqueline has been open since early March, and it's already been assigned a petit nom by regulars: PJ.
It's also got a fierce following. On a Saturday night in May, every seat was taken (there are 48, including 10 at the bar). We wedged ourselves into chairs by the bay window -- neighboring tables were an elbow away. But tight quarters is the French bistro way. Thankfully, regulations prevented anyone from lighting up a Galoise.
Except for the aluminum chairs and bar counter, the decor -- a black-and-white tiled floor, wainscoted walls, a ceiling fan, vintage prints, pendant lights, even the dishtowel napkins -- suggested George Sand, easels, protest poetry and the Left Bank.
The crowd was decidedly New England, however. And loud. Or the room allowed noise. Either way, the din didn't bother us in the slightest. In fact, it felt good to be part of the communal commotion, the guests there to enjoy a new food venture in Portland. And there's no reason to hush over this fare, which is classic French food for the common man. Rather, order a carafe of house wine, raise a glass and make merry.
And joyous the four of us were, across all courses, which delighted our palates more than they surprised us with their invention and presentation. You won't find pretension here. But you will find items not on many cafe menus in Maine -- confit lamb's tongue and fluke meuniere (an updated take on Julia Childs' revelatory sole), for instance.
Soupe du jour was an outstanding English pea and ramp ($6), which was intensely green and flavor-rich, light and smooth. Escargots ($9) in garlic and herb butter came sans shells, their brown sauce rich with tarragon and thicker than expected but still lovely, the snails earthy and taut. Braised leeks ($7) from the salad list were cool and tender, dotted with espellete (a mild red pepper) and drizzled with a simple vinaigrette.
Next up, pied du cochon ($8), a braised pig trotter terrine. The multi-textured mold of silky meat, fat and a touch of cartilage was served with crostini and sauce gribiche. (It's mayonnaise-like, with minced cornichons, capers, parsley, tarragon and shallots). I liked it well enough; my companion raved and devoured. The pickled ramps were a cool and cleansing accompaniment.
A charcuterie plate came with a delicious smoked duck rillette and a bacon-wrapped pork and chicken liver pate with pickled cornichons (gherkins). Vive la France.
Small, homemade baguettes were served in brown paper bags, as if you picked the bread up at the boulangerie yourself. "Maitre d" butter (parsley and lemon -- very good) was served alongside. Note to management: we could have used bread plates.
Quiche du jour ($12) was a marvel, a 2-inch-high hearty triangle of the lightest custard possible, with leeks and goat cheese mixed in just enough to keep the flavor subtle. Lettuce leaves came on the side, untorn but dressed, to fill the plate. I'd like to see a tad more attention paid to the side salad.
A guest in our party ordered hanger steak ($20) cooked just on the rare side of medium rare, and the kitchen came through beautifully with this request, preparing well-seasoned slices of just-so beef. We all dived into his thin hand-cut frites, which were crispy and full of lardy flavor and served with aioli.
The plat du jour is coq au vin on Saturdays ($19). Two dark-meat pieces of chicken in wine sauce surrounded by lots of noodles was comfort food indeed. The only dish that did not reach a high level on this night was the gnocchi ($15); the texture was a little pasty.
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