When we last dined at Clande, formerly Clandestino, the genial chefs, Chiho Kanzaki and Marcelo Di Giacomo, cautioned us that it would soon become Vitus, since the prior chef, Masayuki Shibuya, was taking the name with him to a new place in Montparnasse. Thus when we approached 8, rue Crozatier in the 12th today (09.80.68.08.08) it seemed totally unchanged except that the neon sign - Clande - was unlit and faced the interior.
Our friend the wine maven started off with the declinasion of tomatoes with burrata; two of the rest of the table had the beignets of white asparagus which was par-cooked (intentionally), thus making it almost crisp; and Colette satisfied herself gazing at what she identified as a lovely horse chesnut tree across the street, full of pink flowers.
Our male friend had the bavette d'aloyau, which I assertively stated was a region of France but was really an area (cut) of beef - he declared it the best piece of beef he's ever had; the women had the maigre, which I authoritatively stated was a white fish whose name derived from lean in some way which got me a 1/4 point; and I had a superbly crusted pork chop which I aggressively stated was caramelized, but I suspect was not. I loved it. Colette did not rave about her fish with two kinds of mushrooms.
Colette had the ciboulette, strawberry and vanilla sorbet and the two men shared the excellent cheese with another two glasses of wine.
With a bottle of very good Burgundy and 4 coffees, don't un double, and no bottled water, our bill was 201 E or 100.50 E a couple.