5.0 Nubé (in the 5* Hotel Marignan), 12-14 rue de Marignan in the 8th, 01.40.76.34.56, open 7/7, has an enticing 32 E forced choice "lunch menu" and then the prices go up and up. This place is not to be confused with Nüba, on the roof of Les Docks, Cité de la Mode et du Design, in the 13th, because here in the midst of really rich shoppers row, you rub elbows with the 1%'ers. The décor is bizarre, looking like you were tossed ashore on a desert island. My dining partner took a look at the carte, as I had, and declared herself in for two entrees; cool!
The franco-colombien chef, Juan Arbelaez, started us off with a delightfully refreshing amuse of fava beans on a puree of petit pois and other things, which fit right in with the mushroom salt & pepper shakers and Kalios olive oil which has graced 3 tables this week (I conclude their salesfolks have been working overtime).
They started my friend off with the warm razor clams instead of the asparagus salad, which seemed backwards, but, hey. Both were alright, as was my canette breast main with potatoes, but no rockets went off and the food was not in the least exciting - ditto for the fruit (mango, passion fruit, etc.) dessert.
Our bill, with a bottle of nice Cotes de Blaye, decent bread and 5 E coffees, was 124 E. On my way out I asked to use the elevator to go downstairs to the toilets and one of the several concierges asked me how my meal had been - I fudged saying the service was a bit rough (slow delivering plates, description of dishes given in a heavily accented whisper, etc.) and he said "Well, this chef has only been here 2 months." Well, maybe that explains something but not everything.
Go? Unh unh.