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French, Italian, American food in one place
Leslie Harlib
Article Launched: 07/25/2007 11:04:38 PM PDT

NOVATO now has French food of a caliber and authenticity that makes me want to croon Edith Piaf songs in between bites.
Peter's Restaurant - owners Peter and Isabelle Awad are changing the name to Chez Pierre - inhabits the eatery that for several years was Pepper's, a diner, and before that, Denny's. Peter's opened in January, serving the ambitious trio of French, Italian and American dishes. The restaurant is large, too, with room for 110 customers. Yet it's still one of Marin's best-kept culinary secrets. I'd pick a plate of pickled peppers at Peter's over Pepper's any time.

The commercial-looking space is far nicer inside than on the outside. The Awads, who have lived in the United States for nearly a year, have covered the floors in a sturdy Beaujolais-colored carpet flecked with bright color. The front room features plenty of upholstered booths, also red wine-toned. Even the chairs are pleasant and lightly padded, making it easy to want to linger. If you like a more informal feeling, there's a dining counter with padded, backed stools facing the semi-open kitchen.


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I: "Isle Flottant" ("Floating Island"),

traditional French bistro dessert of baked meringue over custard with caramel sauce; Chez Pierre at 7330 Redwood Blvd. in Novato, 898-4233

 

 

First Bite
Restaurant review: Chez Pierre in Novato

A real, old-fashioned French restaurant charms in Marin.

By Carey Sweet

Editor's note: First Bite is a new concept in restaurant writing. We invite you to come along with our writers as they—informed, intelligent eaters like yourselves—have a simple meal at an area restaurant, just like you do. This is not a go-three-times, try-everything-on-the-menu report; rather, this is a quick snapshot of a single experience.

I'd never have guessed someone could transform a tired Denny's into a Parisian bistro simply with some new burgundy upholstery, a long white tablecloth draped the length of the old coffee-shop counter, flickering votives on the table tops, a sign proclaiming "French cuisine" and a smattering of French dishes on the menu.