5.4 Le Severo, 8, rue des Plantes in the 14th, (Metro: Mouton-Duvernet), 01.45.40.40.91, closed Saturday night and Sundays, is the place to go for (French, Desnoyers, rather than Brit, Angus) beef, esp. the Côte. Today, date of the too-much over-hyped Brit-Royal wedding, to which I wasn't invited, rumor has it because the German House of Windsor bunch running the spectacles these days still nurses a grudge against the loyal followers of William (Guillaume le Conquérant), of whom the Talbots/Talbotts were worthy Norman supporters in his successful attempt to overthrow the mistress-loving Harold Godwinson, aka Harold II.
In any case, Paga and I need beef today and we got it from the source, once again. And betcha dinna know where the name of the resto Severo came from: I learned from a local that a Spanish pilot crashed his flying-thing into/onto the Ave de Maine and I Googled it and got an article shockingly titled "M. SEVERO'S AWFUL FATE; One of the Most Shocking Balloon Accidents Known." but then the NYT failed me, saying simply that "The first paragraph is not available for this article." However....on further exploration it turns out that said Sr. Auguste Severo on May 12th, 1902, did indeed have a grave accident around here.
Severo/Desnoyer's beef is not for the faint of heart or wallet, running one 80 E for two - but it is the Gold Standard and the method of making the frites should be required reading for the chefs at the other 39,999 restos in the ville. We had ours saignant, not my prefered blue, but I was calm about it and it was darn good.
Our bill?, you doan wanna know, but with the côte, strawberries, bottle of wine and two coffees one can escape only 114 E poorer - of course with the dollar falling by the second, buyer beware.