6.6 Le Bouclier de Bacchus, 18, rue Saint-Lazare in the 9th, 01.48.74.94.99 (Metro: ND de Lorette) is a place my Chinese-American friend who lives nearby and insists on eating at nearby places, found, and since her name is but one consonant shy of the Haavaad/Knicks phenom, I suggested she get her name changed to be more recognizable. The place advertises itself as - Caviste (A Table Ou A Emporter Votre Bouteille Reste Toujours Au Meme Prix), Tables D'Hotes, Rugbyman & Independant - now how can you not love a joint that says that?
the wait lady arrived and said she was the carte and rattled off the choices.
She chose the terrine with foie gras, which, contrasted with others I have known, was not overpowered by the foie gras but gutsy and full of oomph; and my three charcuteries - a spicy chorizo, spicy sausage and andouillette 5A (of course), contrasted with others I have known in wine bars/etc. - were on another level - we asked where they were from, "nearby maybe?" Nope, out of town. Damn!
We both had delicious chicken dishes but very different preparations; hers in Grandma's style (not hers nor mine but somebody's); while I had what was called a fricassee but should have been subtitled heavenly and spicy - it was 5 Wows!
We both ended with a cold Grand Marnier souffle, again quite special.
Our bill, with a bottle of 12.80 E Ajaccio (they meant what they said about the prices), no bottled water, decent bread and two coffees was 60 E.
Go? I cannot wait to bring Colette back in a couple of weeks.