. . . having said this, I will confess that I forever will gravitate back to the 2 or 3 restaurants remaining on SBH that evoke comfort, refinement, & good-to-great dining of an earlier pre-St.Tropex period. Nonetheless, my evening at Mamo was unexpectedly gracious in a beautiful setting, with very fine dining.
On arrival, the entry tells you a lot
The layout / floor plan is virtually the same as the footprint of Le Sapotillier & Orega in this space . . . albeit, wholly redone from its prior incarnation. The resemblance stops there, however, as the doors open to a superlative setting that isn’t matched on St. Barths.
The main dining room, to the right of the bar area, is a sumptuous space . . . here shown on my early arrival, before the restaurant became “jam-packed”
The menu
is extensive & delightful in its insouciance . . . which characterizes the staff, as well.
My first course was a creamy, richly flavored risotto with truffles
. . . after which I savored a delicious (& quite pure) Veal Piccata
. . . with a lovely Italian wine (on which I was well advised by Marco Mastromano, the restaurant’s ever-present gentleman General Manager)
Dessert was a rare exception for me . . . an extraordinary, not-to-be-missed, chocolate mousse with almonds, hazelnuts, & crumbled biscotti (which — wisely — I could not finish!)
Concluding, I’ll add a few more thoughts
. . . the restaurant’s service was staggering — a finely tuned, subtle, smoothly operating team.
. . . price-wise, Mamo is not for the faint of heart — most especially in the wine list!
. . . I was not asked, nor in any way solicited, for a tip!
. . . while there have been numerous comments among Forum posters about a perception that there is a growing intrusion of Italian dining venues on our treasured French island, I will say that I was very pleasantly surprised that more than a third of the diners were speaking in (& apparently) Italian.
. . . my somewhat damaged appearance thoughtfully evoked several expressions of sympathy & a query from the young Italian couple seated next to me, “Are you a prize fighter?” (a far better story than the simple slip-&-fall explanation).
. . .
On arrival, the entry tells you a lot
The layout / floor plan is virtually the same as the footprint of Le Sapotillier & Orega in this space . . . albeit, wholly redone from its prior incarnation. The resemblance stops there, however, as the doors open to a superlative setting that isn’t matched on St. Barths.
The main dining room, to the right of the bar area, is a sumptuous space . . . here shown on my early arrival, before the restaurant became “jam-packed”
The menu
is extensive & delightful in its insouciance . . . which characterizes the staff, as well.
My first course was a creamy, richly flavored risotto with truffles
. . . after which I savored a delicious (& quite pure) Veal Piccata
. . . with a lovely Italian wine (on which I was well advised by Marco Mastromano, the restaurant’s ever-present gentleman General Manager)
Dessert was a rare exception for me . . . an extraordinary, not-to-be-missed, chocolate mousse with almonds, hazelnuts, & crumbled biscotti (which — wisely — I could not finish!)
Concluding, I’ll add a few more thoughts
. . . the restaurant’s service was staggering — a finely tuned, subtle, smoothly operating team.
. . . price-wise, Mamo is not for the faint of heart — most especially in the wine list!
. . . I was not asked, nor in any way solicited, for a tip!
. . . while there have been numerous comments among Forum posters about a perception that there is a growing intrusion of Italian dining venues on our treasured French island, I will say that I was very pleasantly surprised that more than a third of the diners were speaking in (& apparently) Italian.
. . . my somewhat damaged appearance thoughtfully evoked several expressions of sympathy & a query from the young Italian couple seated next to me, “Are you a prize fighter?” (a far better story than the simple slip-&-fall explanation).
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