Having a fondness for French bistros, Mr. Husband and I went to Balthazar last week for my birthday. The place has an old New York Deco-ish feel to it, with its nickel-plated light fixtures, huge mirrors, marble and glass everywhere. Of course, all this reflective surface can make the place very loud, which it was on the night we were there. Still, we had a great time feasting on little neck clams, a creamy tart with salad, trout, duck confit and cherry clafoutis for dessert. The dessert wine, a not-too-sweet Pieure d'Arche Sauternes, was especially lovely. Quite simple but no less tasty was the tower of French fries that sat in the middle of the table. They were a perfect compliment to the confit and my glass of red, the name of which escapes me now. The pleasure of the evening, however, will be remembered.