So you enter and there's this big guy standing there, no, I cannot be and it isn't, but he's pretty close to your memory's version of Jeff Bridges and now you get it. He's "The Dude." I know you're not supposed to buy wine because of a clever etiquette but Chateau Mouton-Rothschild did pretty well with its labels, so here we go.
7.4 The Dude, 84, rue du Faubourg St Denis in the 9th, 01.45.89.40.24, closed Mondays and brunch on Sundays (Metro: Gare de l’Est?) is a place I gotta admit I chose because of its name. One look at the carte, however, and you realize this is no place for slackers and beer drinkers, this is serious food - coquillages with beef - huh?, pain perdu with asparagus- ditto.
These two chefs are either going to score big time or crash and burn.
My friend, an ex-Reuters sage, looked at the “menu” and went for it, all 24€ for three dishes; while I tried a la carte which was an easy 27€? He started with the coquillages and daurade in a slightly spicy sauce and it was wonderful.
Then they brought out my two plates - green asparagus and what underneath? - pain perdu? - incredible and a poitrine de porc, which is usually in Paris crisp on the outside and tough on the inside. Oh no, this was silky smooth inside and out.
Then they brought out my friend’s filet mignon of pork which was equally good.
Both if us wound up with chocolate desserts, his called a gateau, mine called warm mousse with pear cubes -which was better? Who knows?
Our bill, once we sorted out a little 30€ error, with a bottle and two glasses of wine and two coffees was 92€. DB’s got a bit out of hand - 84.3.
Go? Let my friend put it - “this is the most inventive, interesting, creative food we’ve ever had together, John.” I couldn’t have put it better. ‘Til next time, Dude!