Louis, Stephane Pitre's stellar restaurant in the 9th, is one of those places that defies description. No matter how many times we've gone, the dishes served were an astounding expansion of their description on the carte. For instance take today:
For instance, our firsts were described as brandade oysters rocket, but came as a tempura and stunning sauce; our mains were described as chicken with fresh cheese and colza juice (photo courtesy of Paris Missives); then 3 cheeses; and finally, rhubarb and pear that were fashioned as sugar-bombs with sorbet and sauce - wow!
Our bill with great crusty bread, divine mignardises, 2 bottles of wine, coffees and tea, tap water and eau de vie de prunes (comp'd by the chef himself) was 105 E a couple.
How this guy, with two others each in the kitchen and salle, can put out such magical dishes without breaking a sweat, is truly marvelous.