Bouillon in the 9th is a place we've found to be very reliable in its inventiveness, quality of products (as in Joel Thibault) and tastiness (if there is such a scale). It's on a street that bustles with young couples and kids, grannies and grandies and same sex couples, not to mention a green front of a store called Pinocchio. The menu is a feast of possibilities but we quickly homed in on ours.
So here's how it went: Colette asked me to ask our genial waitguy how many fried zucchini blossoms came in an order - "3 or 4" he said, she nodded and I ordered one portion. It arrived and I gave her half; she suddenly waved to the waitguy; "Bring another, please" she said; and graciously shared half of those with me. Do I need to say they were light, tasty and well, beyond heavenly.
For main courses, Colette chose the line-caught turbot with artichoke hearts & a puree of artichoke hearts (divine) and I had the pigeon with peas and a puree of such (very fine) with great pieces of lettuce.
For dessert, Colette chose the strawberry quarters and rhubarb slices with intense strawberry "water" and I had a compressed pain perdu embedded with cherries (which the waiter asked me about since it was a new presentation) with verbein ice cream.
Our bill with a bottle of Magellan and glass of more fruity red for the desserts, no bottled water, but 2 coffees, was 135 E.