6.5 Le Gagnage, 46, rue Falguiere in the 15th (Metro: Pasteur or Falguiere), 01.43.22.54.48, closed Sundays and Mondays, was a place really not trumpeted much since it opened 6 months ago, but on entering, my polyglot friend said of the hostess "I know her, she was at Grand Pan," and sure enough - he having no shame, asked her, and her being Aurelie Michel of the Aurelie & Jerome Michel pair (he from Garnier) that run this place said the French equivalent of - "Yup, that be me." It's a really cool, modern place, with a nice feel to it and an astonishing cheese platter sitting on the comptoir - which we'll get to later.
The third member of our intrepid party had the cauliflower and foie gras soup which was very, very good and his polyglot partner and I had the "bio" Mozambique gambas with cognac and a fine salad.
Then said partner had the only clunker of the meal, a too dry/cooked piece of swordfish; M. Poly - the andouillette from the House of Maury, which after the requisite jokes about male anatomy, he declared one of the best ever; and I had a sliced magret, which came out, blue, as ordered, with potato croquettes which were the best I've ever had.
At this point, we were very satisfied, but that cheese board loomed over there behind us and with it another bottle of Coiffy Pinot Noir and by golly we then dug into a fondant of chocolate as well.
The bill; with the wine, no bottled water, very good bread and just one coffee, it was 149.80 or a shade under 100 E a couple.
Go? If Le Gagnage means "un champ où le gibier va prendre sa nourriture," as Wikipedia claims, that sounds like heaven to me.