7.1 Berty, 124 Blvd Vincent Auriol in the 13th, 09.80.72.16.46, closed weekends and Monday dinner (Metro: National) is a place that makes known that it has an entire feminine team, inside and out. In this neighborhood of horrible Soviet-era concrete towers, see below, it’s nice to find a raw wood décor inside. The carte, while heavily tilted towards vegetables, does have “boy food.”
My blogger friend started with raw white asparagus with a garlic crumble and coques, superb, but my veal goyzas were way overcooked and barely saved by the citron cream.
Then she had citron-confited chicken with olives and greens and I had 4 huge fresh sardines with lovely new potatoes.
We finished up with tapioca with grapefruit and what she deemed the best baba in her life, quite a statement.
Our bill with a bottle and glass of Rhône, no bottled water, but two coffees, was 81.90€? Db’s 76.5
Go back? If it weren’t so far for me (an hour plus on the bus) I would if only for their naan and other interesting sounding stuff.