They started us off with bread, which lead us into a long discussion of exterior crustiness vs interior moistness with our old friends from the internet and Paris; olive oil (a first after 11 years); champagne (disclosure: Our genial host, Cédric Maréchal, who except for Mondays can usually be found at KGB, comp'd us); and amuse-gueules of bass, tarama and citrus. We then started working on a bottle of Costieres de Nimes.
Then Colette had artichoke ravioli with crescenza, tomato marmelade, ginger and herbs; M. had the moules, crevettes, corail condiment and saffron; Madame the crab boullion, crevettes, agrumes and miso condiment; and I had the Thai bouillion with white beans and a soubressade condiment.
Then Colette had the salmon with fennel, beets and tomatoes; M. had the daily fish (cod) with shellfish, ginger and aioli; Madame the squid with eggplant, tomato and lemongrass condiment; and I had the (unpictured) confited, grilled, colvert duck with mostarda condiment and citrus.
Finally Madame had the figs two ways and raisin sorbet; M. the meringue strips atop white chocolate/wasabi ice cream and mangos; Colette (unpictured) had a corn/soya soup with an incredible vanilla-miso caramel and I just wept.
The bill was 223.40 E or 111.70 E a couple and was graciously and generously picked up by our friends who insisted it was a gift for the opportunity to meet the wife they weren't sure existed except as a ghost or mystery mistress.