6.8 ChoueTte (well, that's the way they spell it), 87, rue des Pyrenees in the 20th, 09.86.44.93.58, closed Sundays and Mondays (Metro: Maraichers) means both owl, of course, and great or superb. And it was. And it's kind of strange that none of the big boys have reviewed it for the 4+ months since it opened because it is truly an oasis in rather a food dessert. Anyway, I got there ahead of my only two readers of this blog who had in tow, one boyfriend, and because of a mixup in seating we only connected via cellphone to get together.
As we began to order our firsts, I realized none on the chalkboard spoke to me so I asked if the tapas on the laminated carte were available for lunch; Ans. For sure. So, while my companions enjoyed their white bean veloute with bacon and oil of cepes and 3 beet cubes with a chorizo emulsion, I was more than pleased by my mozzarella beignets.
For mains two of us had the duck parmentier with celery puree and orange sauce and the other two swordfish steak with watercress sauce and carrot mousseline; both fine but not mind-blowing.
Come dessert time, all of our eyes went to the bottom of the laminated carte where the ices from Raimo in the 12th were listed and among them, I was most impressed by the fig, rhubarb and confited ginger.
The bill, ah the bill, hummm; well, the threesome kindly treated me which was a pleasant surprise since we managed to put away almost the equivalent of 3 bottles of wine. BTW, the bread was not impressive, nor the coffees, but the conversation made up for them.
Go? Those of us living afar find this part of the 20th distant but for others it is a nice safe harbor in a storm. Warning though: sitting in the back room subjects one to both loud noise (78.4 dB) and isolation from the wait-staff.