5.0 Tondo, 29, rue de Cotte in the 12th (in the former Gazzatta space), 01.43.47.47.05, closed Sundays, Mondays and Tuesday & Wednesday at lunch (Metro: Ledru-Rollin) has had more anticipatory cyber-buzz than I've heard for a place in quite a while. Certainly the chef (Simone Tondo) has had a stellar history (Mirazur, Rino, Gazzetta & Roseval) and is much beloved by folks I respect; therefor, going to Tondo was a foregone conclusion.
The lunch "menu" is 3 forced choice entrees and 1 plat chosen from 3 possibilities for 25 E and at dinner 6 forced choices for 60 E; we plunged in to dishes named a tuna (with cherries), tempura of pleurotte with a bagna of garlic, capers, anchovies and parsley and a "Roseval" of mousse with shrimp. They were OK but barely.
Originally 3 of us ordered the poularde and Colette the merlu, but I said "let me have the gnocchis" so we can try everything - big mistake. It was so utterly unexciting I asked for pepper and parmesan, instead came pepper and salt. The chicken was somewhat better but the fish also rather bland - the Swiss chard, zucchini and beets didn't add much either.
I was about to give up on Tondo and Tondo until dessert came - both the clafoutis and orange cake were superb (in a note in atabula.com it says Mari-Jo, the ex-patissiere for Peter Nilsson was responsible for the bread and maybe these desserts as well.)
Our bill, with 2 bottles of A Toi Nous wine, one San Pelligrino and 4 coffees was 198.50 E or 99.25 E a couple. The noise level was a ear-drum piercing 88.4 dB or what street noise in Gulmandi, India is at 6 PM.
Go? Not me but if you go count on dessert to save the meal.