The French Laundry needs no introductions. When my friends asked me to dine with them, I immediately said yes even though it would be my second time around. As expected, the prix fixe course was divine with well executed French techniques.

My main pet peeve, however, simmered up when cigarette smoke from their upstairs veranda started seeping to where I was seated on the ground floor. It was also a warm day so some windows were opened. In between meals, I started mildly coughing due to the smoke. This somewhat ruined my entire dining experience. I was also disappointed that my take-home menu, which had a typo on "Pekin Duck" (I write a lot for a living so I spot typos easily!), didn't come with my customized meal plan because now I can't exactly remember the dishes that were substituted. Their exceptional desserts were also not printed on the menu. Geez. #bloggerproblems. I hope their management fixes these problems asap. 

As they say, pictures say a thousand words so feast your eyes on desserts first...