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Rating Standards: 5-Stars = Extraordinary; 4-Stars = Excellent; 3-Stars = Average; 2-Stars = Fair; 1-Star = Poor
€ = Inexpensive: 30€ and under; €€ = Moderate: 31€-49€; €€€ = Expensive: €50 -75; €€€€ = Very Expensive: more than €76 (prices based on minimum 2-courses)
1-Bell = Pleasantly quiet (less than 65 decibels); 2-Bells = Can talk easily (65-70); 3-Bells = Talking normally gets difficult (70-75); 4-Bells = Can talk only in raised voices (75-80); BOMB = Too noisy for normal conversation (80+)
2.50 - Star...............................................................€€........................................................... 1- Bell
NOTE: I'm only reviewing the dishes I had.
I had exactly two days to find a restaurant to meet up with friends, and let me tell you: finding a restaurant in Paris that’s open on a Sunday or Monday—either for lunch or dinner—is practically an Olympic sport. Unless, of course, you want to eat in a very touristy neighborhood surrounded by people taking selfies with their croissants.
So I settled on this place, mainly because it was one of the few restaurants that wouldn’t break the bank for a nice al-fresco lunch. The catch? It’s in the 7ème, which is very touristy. The 7ème, along with the 6ème, is what many of us expats affectionately—or perhaps not so affectionately—call “Little America.” You’ll hear plenty of English, see plenty of tourists, and probably encounter someone who has just asked where the Eiffel Tower is while standing practically underneath it.
As we walked to the restaurant, I noticed the streets were crawling with tourists, and with Paris Fashion Week slowly winding down, there were skinny models everywhere. And honestly, all I could think was, Someone needs to feed these children! I wanted to grab them by the hand, sit them down, and order them a proper lunch. That’s just the mother in me.
The menu was very classically french, with that said, I started with escargot.
ENTRÉE
ESCARGOT -- In my book, nobody eats escargot for the snail alone. Let’s be honest—it’s about the sauce. The snail is merely the vehicle for delivering all that glorious garlic butter and parsley to your mouth, and, more importantly, to your bread.
Sadly, there was very little sauce to be found here. What little remained in the shell was delicious—rich, buttery and garlicky—but there simply wasn’t enough of it. And without that pool of sauce begging to be mopped up with a piece of crusty bread, something essential was missing.
The escargot itself was perfectly fine, but it desperately needed to be bathed, not merely kissed, in that buttery garlicky, parsley sauce.
PLAT
Blanquet de Veau -- A very simple, old-fashioned dish—the kind of thing grand-mère might have made for Sunday lunch. And, in many ways, that’s its charm. In short, Blanquette de veau is a classic French comfort dish of tender veal gently simmered in a creamy white sauce, usually with mushrooms, carrots and onions. It’s delicate rather than heavily seasoned, and the creamy sauce is the star of the dish.
My issue was the sauce. There was plenty of it, but it had begun to destabilize by the time it reached the table, forming a skin that was anything but appetizing. I suspect a heavy hand with the flour or starch, which can affect a sauce’s stability. In fact, you could literally lift the film off in sheets with a fork. Not exactly the visual you want from a comforting, saucy dish.
And isn’t food also a visual experience? We eat with our eyes first, and this dish certainly didn’t win any beauty contests.
That said, the sauce itself was tasty, the veal was tender, and the rice had a slightly al dente bite—which some may find a little too firm. Overall, a generous portion: not much to look at, but good to eat.
DESSERTS
CAFÉ GOURMAND -- I have to say, the portions here are generous—perhaps a little too generous for a café gourmand. For those unfamiliar with the French tradition, a café gourmand is essentially an espresso served with a little assortment of miniature desserts: a few sweet bites rather than a full dessert tasting menu. Here, we got three rather substantial ones.The first bite of the crème brûlée delivered a serious punch of sweetness, but I have to give credit where it’s due: the brûlée itself was well executed. The caramelized sugar was thin, crisp and beautifully crackly, breaking easily under the spoon. The caramel ice cream was also quite good.
The profiterole, however, was the sad child of the trio. In fact, it was practically inedible. The pâte à choux was stale—and not just a little stale; it tasted at least a day old. The whipped cream added little beyond volume, with almost no flavor. Both of us who ordered the café gourmand left the profiterole unfinished.
Perhaps a generous drizzle of chocolate sauce or glaze might have given it a fighting chance. Sadly, it never got one. Two out of three desserts isn’t bad—but when one of them needs to be rescued from the plate, we have a problem.
SUMMARY
First, this is clearly a restaurant geared toward tourists, and perhaps especially Americans—the portions were enormous by French standards, and the menu sticks to the classics. The service felt a bit snooty, and they even started clearing plates before everyone at the table had finished, which is definitely not typical French dining etiquette.
The food was a bit all over the map. The escargot tasted good but needed more sauce, while the blanquette de veau had a flavorful sauce that unfortunately had started to form a skin. Since the sauce is really the heart of a blanquette, that was hard to overlook. Of the three items in the dessert, two were quite good; the profiterole, however, was a miss.
Would I go back? Probably not. It’s a perfectly serviceable spot if you’re looking for classic French dishes in a very touristy setting, but for me, there are plenty of better choices in Paris.
Costs: 3-entrées,3-plats and 3-desserts, price came to a total of €214 or roughly €54 per person (we were 4)























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