The Café Cartouche, 4, rue de Bercy in the 12th, 01.40.19.09.95, closed Saturday noon and Sundays, a la carte about 30 €, is a place I've been to twice before, once with Colette. I thought she was on board for it, so we went with two of our favorite food biz friends today.
My first course - a lentil soup with foie gras sauce - was superb and our male friend's salad of endives with ham was a hit for him, but Colette did not rave about her vegetable soup although I found it quite acceptable and our female friend was only pleased with her oeuf cocotte with trumpets of death after they removed the egg.
Then she and I both had the lievre with red wine and totally agreed it was dry but she thought it was tasteless and her companion that it was like overcooked liver, but I thought it was just lievre as it often is. Colette meanwhile had a green salad and he had both a daube of beef which he left 10% of uneaten but ate all of her lievre.
Both women had rice pudding which one found more lait than riz and Colette only Ok; her partner had a chocolatine (never heard of such) and I truffiade (ditto), both of which we relished.
With two bottles of wine (one rough, one smooth), four coffees and good bread, the bill was 155 Euros for the four.
Go back? I will, they won't.