5.8 39 V, so-named because it's supposed to be at 39, avenue George-V in the 8th, but the entrance is actually at 17 Rue Quentin-Bauchart* (Metro: George-V), 01.56.62.39.05. It has forced-choice lunch menus at 39.50 (2 courses) and 49.50 € (three), and a la carte 50-60 €, and has been getting rave reviews about everything from the inner garden courtyard to the produce to the cooking of the "brilliant, talented" etc., chef, Frederic Vardon, ex-Chapel, ex-Detournier, ex-Ducasse. Good reason to go then.
It's quite an elegant place, Colette thought the entrance and elevator were a bit pretentious, but loved the garden in the outside courtyard and I was wowed by the decor and cool seats at the comptoir, where they told me we'd be seated three days ago, but indeed a table had opened up.
The "menu" items were not appealing to either of us so we turned to the carte. I started with a most unusual cold mixture of vegetables and fruits; all either microtimed, or tiny-balled or in some cases whole, with an acidulated dressing that was wonderful and worthy of bread-sopping-up.
Colette had the roasted bar (the fish of the day) with vegetables and juices and I had the foie gras with black raddish and a rich almost beet-looking and tasting port sauce; in both cases the sauce and accompaniments outshone the centerpieces; as others have noted, the sauces really shine.
With a bottle of Evian, a bottle of Bordeaux, and no desserts or coffee, our bill was 118.50 E.
Go? You probably should, even if no one is picking up the tab, which it looked like most of the business-types today didn't have to worry about. If you do go, you must visit the bathroom that has one of the coolest round not oval bowls and round basins. Colette on the other hand protested the low lighting in the women's toilet precluding make-up-freshening-up.
* I guess they use the former address because George the Vth of the U.K. is better known than Quentin-Bauchart, a long-forgotten city counsellor and victim of WWI.