So, today, as every few weeks, I search for a restaurant in the 18th that the youngest daughter of one of my, recently deceased, dearest friends can get to from her acting classes. On my eating weeks when Colette is not here, I eat at places I've never been before or which have shifted chefs or owners, etc. But it's a crap shoot, could be great (rare), average (often), or subpar (frequently). I go expecting nothing - who knows? So today it was
Polissons, 35 rue Ramey in the 18th, 06.46.63.57.50, closed Sunday and Monday (Bus: 85 or Montmartrobus) opened 2 1/2 months ago under the chefship of Romain Lamon (ex-Ritz, ex-Richer) and frontship of Julia Sfez. I entered a bit early and immediately saw an open kitchen with three chef types and two front of the house types. Ok. Very modern pictures on the wall. Immediately felt welcome. We both inspected the menu which was unique in having dishes for one and a meat and fish to be shared; humm, I'm thinking someone has put some thought into this menu.
So I chose the daurade carpaccio with mustard and parsley but wait a minute, isn't it topped with rice puffs or one of those sugar bombs Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes, loves? You bet. And it was inventive, creative and yummy. Then my friend had a gigot d'agneau (pause, at this time of year I worry about whether the lamb is the about to be Easter lamb or over-the-hill mutton), this was very rare, a few weeks before Pascal lamb and terrific it was. My dish was no less spectacular, chicken, chicken, mind you, so soft, adorable with a sauce that was out of this world. And, and, there were macaronis stuffed with some brown meat - "excuse me Ma'am, what are they stuffed with?" "Champignons de Paris." "Nooo.! Then, my guest had the millefeuille with caramel fluffs that was again simply not what one expects from a neighborhood joint. At this point, both of us realized we had really hit on an exceptional place.
Our bill, with no bottled water, but a bottle of Shiraz and 2 coffees, was 75.60 E.
Go? "Shush, don't tell a soul, just between us, this is a keeper."
"Any problems John?" Just one, the dB level was 82.2 and the music choices were dreadful.