Dune in the 11th, is a place I had touted heavily a month ago when I ate there and I dragged Colette and our French-Romanian friends there again today. They had one special not on the "menu" and one friend jumped at it - the anchovies in a sweet olive oil (I thought they were sardines or small Loire fish - bream, ablets or gudgeons - but no). Anyway....
Friend #1, who ordered the small fish, marinated and sweetened by something, scored; while I liked Friend #2 and Colette's piquillo farci a la morue with squid ink, much more than they did; none seemed entranced by my pate of foie gras and pork with pickled beets, which I thought were were superb.
For mains our co-diners and Colette had the cod with scallions and potatoes (which Colette declared tasteless but I thought was just fine) and I had 7-hour mutton on top of a bagna cauda of celery rabe and lovage, that I considered, despite the age of the agneau (hey, it's after Easter folks! time for spring lamb) quite acceptable.
We ordered and shared two desserts: a financier with pears and Calvados caramel and fresh asparagus and brebis mousse with almonds; both of which I was more enthusiastic about that Colette.
The bill, with 3 bottles of wine, we switched from a rougher Syrah to a smoother Loire, was, I dunno, my friend from behind the Iron Curtain once upon a time, picked it up.