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$$$$ Price range per person $ 31 - 50
451 W Alameda St, Santa Fe
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Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA

Not only should Santuario De Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe be visited, but also Bouche Bistro. French cuisine is what this restaurant boasts. Order mouthwatering foie gras, lobster ravioli and beet salads. The chef at Bouche Bistro cooks good lemon pie, crème brûlée and profiteroles. A collection of delicious Merlot, champagne or beer is recommended to guests. This place will offer you great cappuccino or good tea.

This spot is well known for its great service and friendly staff, that is always ready to help you. Prices are found attractive here. At this restaurant, people can enjoy the quiet atmosphere and nice decor. Google users are quite generous with Bouche Bistro: it was rated 4.4 stars.

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Bouche is back on track. Thomas the manager is doing a fantastic job. The new chef has really improved the menu and the presentation. Bouche 2014 was not that impressive overall. Bouche 2020 is all about finesse ! Thank you guys.
Better than the old Bouche with Charles Thomas is doing an amazing job managing a friendly team. The old angry staff are gone The new chef is doing a great job and has taken french receipe to a more elegant way The frisee is outstanding and the wine list has also been improved by the manager We had a fabulous 4some experience !
In the April 2013 edition of "A Taste of Life in New Mexico," author Erin Brooks describes Bouche Bistro as a "...traditional bistro full of people relaxing in worn wooden chairs, lively conversations competing with the clanking of pans from the open kitchen, carafes and bottles of wine dotting each table." Based on my experience in September 2019, I would propose an update: "...a deathly quiet, austere dining room complemented by expletive-laden 'bro' humor emanating from the kitchen, snooty service, and the stench of urine." Perhaps Chef Charles Dale's critically acclaimed bistro is a Santa Fean Francophile's dream, a place that can crank out duck cassolets and torchons de foie gras with the aplomb of a Michelin-starred master, but I wouldn't know; I left before even placing my order. I work in the city. I attended public school. I've committed to memory Steve Martin's foul-mouthed rental car tirade from "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles." In other words, I'm no stranger to foul language. When I enter a restaurant (any restaurant, whether it be a "$$$$" brasserie or a "$" burger joint), however, I expect a certain level of civility from the staff. What I don't expect is to hear are grown men making comments about the girth of their genitalia. But that's exactly what my father and I heard coming from the open kitchen. We were the only patrons at that time (itself a bad omen), so perhaps the kitchen staff were oblivious to our presence. Maybe I'm being presumptuous and the cooks were simply comparing and contrasting their versions of *coq* au vin. When my father and I sat down, we were greeted not by the aroma of freshly baked baguettes but by the unmistakable stench of uric acid. Did a wino/hobo with a spastic bladder relieve himself in our booth? I should note that "uretic hobo BS" is an anagram of "Bouche Bistro." Coincidence? I think not. Our server, a heavyset millennial with a severe case of resting bitch face, was heinous. Maybe her name really was Heinous. When I requested water with lemon as my only beverage, she seemed offended by my teetotalism. "You don't at *all*?!," she replied incredulously. Had her tone been playfully inquisitive, I might have responded with my typical wry sense of humor and said, "No, I'm a *puritanical* Satanist." Instead, I fired back, "No, is that a *problem* for you?" She brushed off my retort and asked if we were ready to order. My father ordered a chicken dish of some kind, to which she replied, "Is that *all*?," as though to say, "What are you, some kind of a cheapskate?" A more appropriate response might have been, "Sir, that dish is a little on the smallish side, so would you like to start with a salad or maybe pair the chicken with a side?" I became livid and said, "You know, I don't think this is the right place for us. We're going to leave now." I'm willing to overlook certain eccentricities and give a place a chance, but I couldn't tolerate another minute here. If Bouche Bistro had an aura, it would be a swirling black mass of puerility, pretension, and hostility. Other Yelpers seemed to have a great experience here, so maybe we visited on an off day. We will likely never return, but that won't stop me from making more anagrams related to the pee pee stench in our booth. Here's another anagram for "Bouche Bistro": "booths be uric."** **The ability to create anagrams extemporaneously is one of my many dubious talents.
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451 W Alameda St, Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA
Outdoor seating Takeaway Booking Parking Wheelchair accessible
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SundaySun Closed
MondayMon Closed
TuesdayTue 17:00-21:30
WednesdayWed 17:00-21:30
ThursdayThu 17:00-21:30
FridayFri 17:00-21:30
SaturdaySat 17:00-21:30

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