Backstory: As Colette and I were climbing the Mont to our destination, the Bistrot de la Galette, we were shocked to see a guy on a ladder pounding the caulking out of the door, with shattered glass all over the place. We stood there watching until Madame (not Debray, she's long gone) came out and explained that the bistrot, along with several other places had been broken into last night with the loss of a bit of money but a postponement in its opening today.
I turned to Colette "Now whatdawedo?" I said. "Ah, ha, I just read in your Pariscope that the Moulin de la Galette, just down the street, has reopened under new management and staff; let's try it?" "Wasn't that place awful?" "Yes, but the reviewer, Johanna Alam, says it's been converted from a "usine a tourists" to a nice place by an ex-Michel Rostang chef named Anthony Detemmerman." "Worth a try, eh?"
6.9 Le Moulin de la Galette, 83, rue Lepic in the 18th, 01.46.06.84.77, open 7/7 (Bus: Montmartrebus) has a new "look" about it, even with the old Montmartre posters, photos and drawings. The menu is limited but OK for us (there are menus at 23 and 29 E at lunch except for Sundays.)
I started with a perfect egg in a creamy onion sauce with an ample portion of beautiful girolles. Two kinds of good bread helped soak up the remainders.
Colette had one of the best pieces of cod of the year with a slightly citrusy flavored sauce, tomatoes and fennel two ways; and I had a luscious pintade rollatine, a bit under-cooked as asked for, with radishes and turnips.
For desserts, we shared a millefeuille of caramel beurre sale and fresh figs with gingerbread - dishes we thought were not up to the food that preceded them.
Our bill, with a bottle of Cotes de Bordeaux, no bottled water but 2 coffees, was 118 E.
Go back? Without question. It's one more rare exception to the rule of never eating on the top of the Mont.