Les Saisons in the 9th seemed to us to be the perfect last meal before heading out from Paris (with several million others) for the summer vacation. It's charming, inventive and so welcoming, well Keiko never forgets a friendly face. You hate to leave it but it'll urge you to return urgently to Paris with the rentree.
Colette declined a first (although enjoying mine) and the other three of us had an asparagus soup, marinated girolle salad (incredibly flavored) and sautéed lobe of foie gras with raspberries, as only Jonathan Lutz can do.
For mains, our gentleman guest from up the hill had the boudin noir on a puree (quite nice), the two ladies had the merlu with vegetables (quite good); and I was drawn to the tartare of beef which came with extra catsup, Worchester and tabasco in case the chef hadn't done it to one's satisfaction (PS he had.)
At this point the Chef himself ambled over, no, he pointedly came over - "Order the strawberries and raspberries with cream," he said. I gasped "but I have a psychological aversion to raspberries," "Then order the strawberries, they're terrific." And so it was.....
That I got the dreamy strawberries that may have been my hit of the summer, but...
Colette also got her dessert of choice, the rice pudding; M. got his clafoutis, and surprise, the chef sent out a 4th concoction for R.; not wanting any of us to go without.
Our bill, with two bottles of wine, terrific bread, no bottled water but 3 coffees, was 183.90 E for 4 or 91.95 E a couple.