SITUATED IN THE 7TH ARR OF PARIS IN A THEMATIC GARDEN AT MUSEE DU QUAI BRANLY, IF THE PANORAMIC VIEW AT LES OMBRES IS ITS ONLY APPEAL, THAT WOULD SUFFICE. THIS ELEVATED DINING ROOM IS THE CLOSEST YOU'LL NEED TO BE TO THE EIFFEL TOWER TO EXPERIENCE ITS OPULENCE WHILE MAINTAINING THE INTIMACY OF YOUR OWN PARISIAN THEORIES. AFTER GAWKING OVER THE TERRACE, WE SETTLED INTO OUR SEATS WITH HOUSE MANHATTANS, COSMOS, AND VERMOUTH MIXES. THE PRIX FIXE MENU CHOSEN FOR OUR PARTY OF THIRTEEN- CONSISTING OF VANILLA MACAROONS WITH LEMON AND CELERY FOR A PALATE PLEASING STARTER THAT PAIRED WELL WITH MY SKILLFULLY SHAKEN DIRTY MARTINI; A SPINACH, SORREL AND LOBSTER RAVIOLI IN VANILLA FOAM; ROASTED CHICKEN BREAST WITH MACARONI GRATIN AND TRUFFLE SAUCE; FERMENTED SAINT MARCELLIN CHEESE WITH MIXED GREENS AND SHERRY VINAIGRETTE; AND A GORGEOUS CHAMPAGNE SABAYON SERVED HOT WITH BLOOD ORANGE GARNISH AND LIME SORBET- WAS STRICT, UNLIKE THE PLENTIFUL POURS OF EACH INDIVIDUAL'S PREFERENCE OF WHITE OR RED WINE THAT CARRIED US WELL INTO THE TOP OF THE HOUR FOR THE HYPNOTIC LIGHT SHOW THE EDIFICE PRODUCES AFTER SUNDOWN. WHILE EACH OF US WERE LIMITED TO THE SAME FOUR COURSE MEAL ACROSS THE TABLE, OUR SERVER ACHIEVED A SUBTLE SUBSTITUTE OF FRESH, WHITE COD FOR MY VEGETARIAN AUNT WHO OPPOSED THE CHICKEN. THE FISH WOULD HAVE BEEN MY PREFERENCE TOO HAD I PREDICTED ITS EXCELLENCY. THREE TO SIX GLASSES OF WINE EACH, AN UNDER-THE-TABLE BOTTLE OF BOMBAY, A GRACIOUS GOODBYE TO THE CHEF, AND A WANDERING EYE LATER, WE WERE SHUFFLED AWAY IN OUR UBER SUV.