I had my doubts on how legit a raclette could be if made outside of Switzerland, especially after a few recent let downs around NYC (for the record, one glop of melted cheese on a plate is NOT true raclette.) But I figured a restaurant named "Raclette" was the best chance I had at getting the most authentic melty cheese this American city had to offer... And I was right.
Just look at that expertly scraped cheese descending upon an ample sampling of the proper accoutrements! To top it off I brought along a white wine that I'd been saving since I was in Hermance, a tiny estate-turned-village outside of Geneva, two years back. It was sweet and mellow and enhanced the terroir of the meal.
If you want true raclette, this is your best bet (if you can't make it to Chalet Suisse in Geneva, of course.) So thank you "Raclette", you gave me a true taste of Switzerland!