7.2 Mersea, 6, rue du Faubourg-Montmartre in the 9th, 09.73.22.46.13, open 7/7 (Metro: Grands Boulevards) was one of Aurelie Chaigneau's last "discovery" of the week of 10 July in the jdd, just before all of Paris headed out the A6 to points south. So I tucked the notice away and called to reserve: "Oh, no, Monsieur, no one is back from ze holidays, you can walk right in." Yesterday, I cased the place and it was packed at 2 PM; so much for "ze holidays." Anyway I told my eating partner to show up at noon sharp and indeed, I was able to walk right in. (PS, it's besides the Cite Berger alleyway and at some point a young company-looking-man walked down it with two architect looking men with drawings, so my guess is the place will soon expand.
OK, so aside from the soups and salads, what's up here are two types of fish 'n' chips (old style and new style) and what was called a New York (fish) hot dog or hot fish dog. I ordered the crispier of the two fish 'n' chips (the newer version) which came with not mushy peas but mushy lentils (someone has a weird sense of humor here) and my partner the hot dog roll filled with fish and seaweed. With them we got tartare sauce and spicy yogurt sauce. They were TERRIFIC! Best fish 'n' chips (superb) of the year. And the desserts were not bad either - a creme citron and chocky mousse (I got some to take home for dinner with rillettes of trout).
With a bottle and a glass of wine, no bottled water but two coffees, I think our bill was 71 E (I complicated it by getting the takeout.)
Go? As you'll see above, fish bones were to be disposed of to the right in the garbage slot, beyond the cute 2-seat alcove with red and green running lights, shades of Gatsby. Somehow everything really works well - the fast seafood, the crazy decor, the friendly staff but most of all - really fresh fish and really crisp chips.