So, I asked my planned eating partner where we should go today. Innocence? Nope, been. Mumi? Huh? Never heard of it. Quick to Google, Greek chef, Angelo Vagiotis, others from Porte 12, Thibault Passinge, genius behind it, in particular, prior postings in Greece, NY, Australia, Naples, London. Interesting. Why not?
7.9 Mumi (MUseum MIle), 14, rue Sauval in the 1st, is indeed located between the Louvre and the new Pinault Museums, 01.40.26.27.54, closed Sundays and Mondays (Metro: Les Halles) has been open 10 months and I’ve heard nothing about it.
After some amuses of Parmesan, red pepper cream, nut crunchy hunk and very good crusty bread with EVOO in a laboratory tube we were ready.
Firsts were beets on a layer of chicken liver, very inventive, and mackerel two ways with sauces and condiments too complex for me to figure out.
Then mains of maigre with leeks and gnocchis and a poitrine of pork with shaved radishes, broccolini and an intense dark sauce.
To finish up, Madame had the chocolate with passion fruit and I had kiwi fruit with a cream inside a collar of chocolate. And then, oh my, I forget and I didn't write it down.
Our bill, with no bottled but their filtered water, a bottle and 2 glasses of wine and two coffees was 118.00€. Db’s were controlled at 74.0 but the music went from horrid American to lovely bassa nova, think Getz-Gilberto.
Go? No question. Run don’t tarry. And thanks Chef, for a dazzling meal that tingled the taste buds.