3.0 Les Tables d'Augustin, 44, rue Guy-Moquet in the 17th, closed weekends, 09.83.43.11.11 (Metro: Guy Moquet) is the little sister of the nearby 975, who brought in Herve Daniel from the George V who has also worked under Legendre and Briffard. Sounds impressive, doesn't it? Well, we'll see. I entered a rather complicated entrance, was seated at a fine table which was located next to a couple who were either shouting over their phones or shouting to each other or puffing on an ecigarette, which when they were joined by a real stoner, revealed its true nature, once they puffed they quieted down. They have a 2-2-2 menu which is very reasonably priced.
I was eager to see what the chef would do with goyzas with pigeon and lemon grass, not much actually; and the paleron of beef was a pale representative of its class, needing both salt and pepper to bring it halfway to life; and the biscuit with marmalade and fluff was equally not much of a much.
My bill was astonishing though, 33 euros for 3 courses, a 50 cl carafe of red Languedoc, no bottled water, rather drab bread and a coffee.
Go? As convenient as it is for me, no.