6.6 Les Arlots (no it's not an abbreviation of harlots but of harlequins), 136, rue du Faubourg Poissonnière in the 10th, 01.42.82.92.01, closed Sundays and Mondays, has gotten rave reviews in the cybersphere and from two friends so when my pal Pierre 45 and his wife arrived, I thought it ideal. As you can see, they speak English, and indeed did to us, freely. I started off ordering the sausage and entrecote thinking they were a 1st and Main, but no, both were mains. So I just ordered the entrecote, Blue of course, which threw our waitress back a bit - "Bleu?" she said "Oui bleu!" I said.
My two eating pals had ordered the asparagus soup with a perfect egg and thin toast and I took a soup spoon to Madame's and gasped "I want one too." It was terrific.
Then my friends had the croquettes of cod with lime and tartare and the shredded confited pork with cheesy blettes (both very good) while I luxuriated in a very nicely sourced and cooked ("BLUE") entrecote.
For desserts we decided to share the crumble of caramelized apples and "Milanese de la madre del jefe", explained as between a cheesecake and flan, with sauces of rhubarb and strawberries - both terrific.
With 1 bottle and 1/2 of Pinot Noir of Languedoc, no bottled water, decent bread and 2 coffees, our bill was 73.86 E a couple.
Go? Why not? It's moderately undiscovered except by tattooed Brooklyn tweens and serves season food at screamingly reasonably prices.