Elmer in the 3rd is a place I visited a few weeks ago with the same gang plus Colette. At the time I thought it was very good (giving it my second highest rating of the year; 8.25/10); today I thought it was even better. Its open kitchen reveals great stuff rotissing - legs of lamb, canard and chicken - and the staff quickly disabused of us of speaking French, instead we shifted to English, the native tongue of half of us.
For starters, Colette chose the asparagus with ortie (nettles), ricotta and smoked herring; one friend from across the river had veal cru with seaweed and egg yolk marinated; and I and the other folk from afar had wonderful duck hearts with smoked shallots and fried garlic (I got that one wrong, for sure).
For mains, Colette had the Pornic pigeon with root veggies and "flower sprouts"; one of our friends had the Cote de Ventoux Cochon with spinach, salsifis and radishes; and two of us shared the canard croisé (a cross between domestic duck and wild colvert); as tender and under-cooked as tender and under-cooked can be. The sommelier suggested the wines and they were very good!
Our terribly gracious and persuasive wait-guy wanted one of us to order the pineapple with lemon-passion and red shizo sorbet, and when we instead went for the cheese (superb but unpictured); caramelized apple, sanguine oranges and Breton sable; pear with camomille, fennel, peanuts and cheese; and chocolate, coffee, kumquat and nuts; hebrought one anyway - boy I'll tell this story twenty times over.
Our bill, with two bottles and 2 glasses of wine (the latter offered), no bottled water, fine-super bread and 2 coffees (not charged for), was 250 E for 4; thus 125 E a couple. You were wondering what was on the other side of that lamppost, ponder no further - it was: