Papillon in the 17th is another place (like Louis), that at full moon, is packed to the gills. At the start though, 12h20 when we arrived, it was grey, calm Zen, cool; we were greeted warmly by the staff and rapidly by the genius behind Papillon, Christophe Saintagne, described by Pudlo as un "ancien chef trois étoiles de la galaxie Alain Ducasse." We sat down, got some water and perused the carte and menu. I was not taken by either but knew, once we ordered we'd be beautifully fed.
We both went with fish as our mains, skipping an entrée; Colette with a slice of St Pierre with spinach leaves, red onions and creamy lemon sauce and I had the "menu" lieu jaune with new potatoes and a puree of riquette (wild rocket); meanwhile we're watching the "street theatre" outside, wherein couples and 3-some's approach, look at the offerings posted in the window, enter, are told "they're full, but there are these cool seats next door at Saintange's partner Laura Portelli's Garde-Manger", which they are directed to, where Saintange is cleaning the tables, moving the chairs, setting tables, busing them, serving; meanwhile the restaurant marches on like a smooth running machine. BTW, Portelli has neat dishes to go on offer and there's nothing better for a light supper.
For dessert, Colette had the raspberries and sorrel ice cream that was rather blah, unfortunately, and I had their great chocolate cake with a great crusty crust. We ended with their hot madeleines and coffee.
With a bottle and glass of wine, self-filtered water, terrific bread our billwas 110 E (one Euro less than that at our disappointing meal yesterday - Go figure.)
PS. Our wait-guy remembered my complaints at the noise level on prior visits and assured us the work putting up another ceiling would be done by the time we returned.