Truly transcendent French toast is illusive. French toast is, by nature, a delicious item. A piece of bread with egg, cinnamon, sugar and milk, fried in a pan is hard to screw up. But rare is it the piece of French toast that is just far superior to other pieces. A bad piece of French toast is usually quite tasty – it’s the bread version of a C-class Mercedes. Yet a great piece of French toast is like driving a Lamborghini Mercielago zooming down an open road. Surreal and unforgettable.
I brunched at La Silhouette, a French restaurant in Midtown West. The majority of the food was good, but not great. However, the French toast was amongst the finest two or three pieces of French toast I have ever eaten. The toast was a large rectangular loaf. The outside was slightly crisp, as if it had been pan-seared. The inside was a light, fluffy, melt in your mouth drop of deliciousness. The taste and texture of the French toast was perfect. Topped with a dollop of cream and some syrup, I had never had such an excellent piece of French toast in my life. Simply unreal.