NYC｜Le Pavillon — A jungle hideout in plain sight (2)✨

Starter 🍫 Lobster bisque poured tableside over a single raviolo. Drama = 10/10, flavor = 3/10—flat, floury, lobster playing hide-and-seek. 🫥 Mains Duck breast rosy, skin not crisp; quinoa cake underneath doing its best impression of stale couscous. The vegetarian option looked like lawnmower clippings arranged in a Zen circle. 🦆🧘‍♂️ Dessert Chocolate dome that melted away to reveal… more chocolate. No fruit, no crunch, no plot twist—just cocoa on cocoa crime. 😴 🌺 Service waltzed between sweet and confused—water refills faster than wine, yet nobody could pronounce “pavé of halibut” the same way twice. 🦞Pricing follows the elevator: way up on the 20th floor logic. Three courses will mug you for $145 before tax/tip; four courses $175. For that cash I could binge three Chinatown feasts and still Uber home with change for boba. 🧋💸 So, cheat-sheet: Come at golden hour, snap that leafy-atrium glow, tag Urban Jungle, then ghost downstairs to the food hall for a $14 ramen that actually slaps. 📸🌇 🌿 Le Pavillon is basically a glamorous greenhouse with a side hustle in dinner—visit for the oxygen, stay for the photo, flee before the bill. 📸 #NYCLife #BrunchGoals #FrenchFlair