7.3 Fulgurances L’Adresse, 10, rue Alexandre Dumas in the 11th, 09.81.09.33.32, closed Sundays and Mondays (Metro: Rue des Boulets) is the brainchild who run the culinary magazine of the same name who are bringing in new French chefs every 6 months - the first Chloé Charles, ex-Septime, ex-Agapé Substance, ex-L'Epi Dupin, & ex- L'Astrance. The menu is challenging, broad and most interesting.
The first amuse bouches were made from leftovers of yesterday: a silky smooth soup of mushrooms with a sprinkling of magic herb and fried leaves of veggies that would have been thrown out. Then my friend had the cuttlefish thinly sliced with an egg, sliced leeks and anchovies while I had the smoked steamed eel with broccoli, clementines & buckwheat - both inventive, filling and oh so healthy.
The third amuse bouche was a squid and other things concoction; then Madame had the beef with parsley, héliantis and layers of sweet onions and moelle and I the daurade (line-caught) with grilled cauliflower, grapefruit, watercress and seaweed. Again, quite delicious and terrifically innovative.
Before dessert of course came a pre-dessert of zucchini and egg whites; then apples with Chantilly & coriander and poached pears with sesame and chocolate cream.
With no bottled water, a nice bottle and glass of wine and a super-excellent cookie with our coffee, our bill was 124 E. Now we had the 44 E meal served dinners and Saturday lunch - weekdays its only 22 E - with an acceptable sound level of 82.4 dB. And everyone (save 1) in the cuisine and salle was female.