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I'm sure I could go on to describe my dinner (a fantastic bourride, cured and smoked ruby trout, a chocolate pot de crème that clearly had a magnet in it because my spoon couldn't stay away), but that's not when I decided that I really liked Papilles. That decision happened on my return visit a few days later for a late night bout of beer pong. Yep. The French bistro doubled as a frat house basement for a night (and probably will for many more).