5.3 Eat Intuition, 53, rue de Charenton in the 12th (Métro: Bastille or Ledru-Rollin), 01.43.46.12.94, open Tues-Sat dinner, Thurs-Fri lunch is a place that has got scant attention and I think I've figured out why. But more about that later (gotta watch the sexism here). The chefesse is Venezuelan but she's passed through the Houses of Bocuse and Brazier for what that's worth.
The food-loving lady I was with and I had a tough time choosing among the 3/2/3 items offered today; oh, it's all market-driven, locavore, green as green can-be stuff; but both of us had had enough lox the last 24 hours, so she finally settled on the Sucrine lettuce, artichokes poivrade, watercress and Cesar-salad-dressing and I had the 8-hour seiche which was filling in for the 5-hour pulpe. She loved the salad (again, gotta watch the sexism here) which I thought was nice for an OK salad but at 12 E a bit much; however my cuttlefish with an almost ceviche lime sauce was worth every centime of the 13 E I spent.
For mains she had the Carnaroli rice with pesto and asparagus and basil leaves on top and supposedly old Gouda which I could not discern, and I had an OK piece of Breton cod topped with rocket, with a so-so broth and peas that were definately not petit and shitake mushrooms.
Both of us terminated with a sable filled with rhubarb and Gariguette strawberries which was the highlight of the meal for me (9 E).
With a bottle of terrific Corbieres (Chateau du Cerbier, cuvee Indiana - huh?) and two more glasses of lesser house wine, 2 coffees and tap water, our bill was a stunning 118 E (Supposedly there is a menu at 37 E but it was unseen by us.)
Go? Well, my co-eater and a famous female Parisian food blogger sitting behind me seemed to enjoy it much more than I and so I will bring up the gender issue, noting that in at least two reviewers commented about the women who make the food, supply the wine and enjoy the food; you judge whether that means it's "women's food."