When I heard that Julia Sedefdjian had departed Les Fables for her own place Baieta (which I liked a lot) but her sous chef had taken over “effortlessly” said one critic, I thought “I’ve gotta see this.” And so I convinced one of my complicit and compliant pals to indulge my curiosity. And yes, there was a guy washing his shirt in the Fontaine.
4.9 Les Fables de la Fontaine, 131 rue St Constant, just kidding, St Dominique in the 7th, 01.44.18.37.55 (Bus: 80), was full of Asians when I entered (a good sign in my estimation, because they’re the first to know what’s good in town.). A look at the 52€ “menu” did not thrill me, note that a few months ago I was overwhelmed by Julia Sedefdjian’s cooking here.
First off we got a cold pea soup with wasabi, much like yesterdays, oddly at Pilgrim, and cheese puffs, bread and butter that were ok.
Then my friend had the perfect egg with marinated mushrooms and soup that my friend said after the fact badly needed salt. A plus, it came in a cool hollowed out burl but you cannot eat wood. Then he had a squid ink encrusted piece of cod that was well, a squid ink encrusted piece of cod and I a tasteless bourride which came a bit to life once I asked for and doused it with salt.
For desserts he had a sable with strawberries and I had chocolate with pistachio, both of which were good, leading me to suspect Julia Sedefdjian had left her great pastry chef behind.
Our bill, with a bottle and two glasses of Voignier, which they doubled the cost of, until we brought it to their attention (PS: the waitladies were sloppy, the waitguy, full of elbows and the pantry space for the staff horrible) was 151€ which for a 1 Star restaurant is ok, but this was below any stars.
Go back? No way. PPS. My friend asked me to highlight the need for salt and pepper put on tables.