4.0 A La Renaissance, 87 rue de la Roquette in the 11th, 01.43.79.83.09, open 7/7 (Metro: Voltaire) is a place everyone in the food world has written up, but I'd never been and scheduling a Sunday lunch after my friend's eye-popping (truly) surgery was a challenge. So I listened to my inner Trump, and it said "If you can't beat'em up, join 'em". I arrived quite a few minutes after my friends, who had already decided the starters were "so what?" and I agreed. Oh see the wine up above? For the second time in a week, the wine was delivered without being poured out into a glass for a taste (Oh oh -1); is this a trend? or just my bad luck? or just the JV's brought in (as Barack famously mis-said about Daesh, ISIS, ISIL, etc.?) In any case.....
So my eye-surgery friend got the canette, which was tough but tasty but had - SPOILER ALERT - cold, I mean not lukewarm, not on the backside of Aspen Mountain cooling, but cold (that's -2); her husband had a fish pot-au-feu, with - STOMACH ALERT - coques not opened (that's -3); and I had a rabbit leg with - BLAH ALERT - hay/straw on top "For flavor Monsieur, not for eating" - Yah, that like telling a kid not to put his tongue on the frozen pump handle, or stuff beans up her nose. So did I try the hay/straw? Of course I did and that's -0.5. But the carrot puree was much beloved by us all. And it was warm.
But then we had a café gourmand with impressive pistachio crème brulee, velvety Greek Yogurt and honey and chocolate mousse which - GREAT NEWS ALERT - almost made up for the minuses, well, maybe not totally - let's say +2.
Our bill, which someone snatched away, with a bottle and glass of wine, one bottled water, alright bread and another coffee, was about 80 E a couple.
Go back? I got thrown out of Cambridge Community College in the midst of failing Math 101B, so I'm not sure how it all adds up, but I think on the negative side of enthusiasm. dB's with a screaming 2 year old, were 70.9.