5.4 Chez Francoise, Aerogare des Invalides in the 7th, 01.47.05.49.03, (Metro: Invalides) open all the time (which is why I was there on Toussaint=All Saints Day) is a place recommended to me by a neighbor who is a French tour guide and does a lot of eating with clients, so I figured why not? I knew the place was not new (1947), nor its chef new (1993), but he (Philippe Leglise) had been at Bistro 121 in its late 80's heyday so what did I have to lose? I entered and certainly was greeted warmly although it was like entering Brooks Brothers at age 18 seeing all these older men in perfect dark grey suits and ties waiting for your custom.
I looked at the "menu's" and was not wowed so I went a la carte (for which La Fourchette gave me 30% off). I started with 6 fine de Claire #3 which were the proper temperature but the mignonette had not enough chopped shallots for my taste; then I had noix of sweetbreads which were crisp and caramelized on the outside but over-cooked on the inside (Yes, I realize it's tough to keep the inside undercooked while caramelizing the outside but that's what cooking schools are for); and finally I had the café gourmand which had panna cotta with myrtilles, chocolate mouse and a financier, all of which were quite good and tough to screw up.
My bill, with amuse bouches of very nicely spicy salami, a carafe of Bordeaux, no bottled water, several kinds of good bread and butter was 66.53, thus 133.06 E a couple with the 30% off.
Go? No, plus I didn't recount how the American jazz music came blasting (78 dB) over the speakers until someone complained and turned it down (70 dB) only to have someone turn it up again.