7.5 Auguste Gael Orieux, 54 rue de Bourgogne in the 7th, 01.45.51.61.09 (Metro: Varenne), closed weekends, is a place I wish I could tell you I'd discovered as it fell out of the clear blue sky this fall in my month of new restaurant discoveries, but I must not dissemble.
Back story: A "good eating" couple I've known for a few years blew into town and told me they could have lunch today only, and only if fish/seafood because they were doing a blow-out dinner. So this being my rentree month of only eating at "new" places, defined as those I've never eaten at before - I started doing cross-checks on what might work. Most seafood places in town I've been to already and the new pop-up, Les Maquereaux, by the Seine, only opens at 15h00, so my computer and brain were beginning to run out of fuel when I came across Auguste; hummmm, "haven't I heard that name before, yes, some guy on Chowhound mentions it from time to time."
So I enter a bit early and look at the carte - whoa!!! It's easy to spend 100 E a person before liquids, but hark, there's a lunch menu, a 2-2-2 choice deal, at 37 E - but wines, whoa+!!! starting at 55 E, yikes, no wait, there's a white at 29 E. I order up a bottle, my friends enter, they like the wine, blanch at the prices but agree the "menu" is the way to go. I'm gritting my teeth, sweating through my shirt, this could be a big mistake.
An amuse of haddock with fluff arrived - "ohhh, this is good." Then our starters - the first was advertised as a morteau sausage and potato Chantilly but looked nothing like a fat sausage but instead was a heavenly soup with bacon-tasting cubes - "incredible" and foie gras - "this is the best".
Our mains were pieces of crispy skinned lieu jaune with cherries and green beans and crispy skinned canette with tiny girolles and nuts in a thick brown sauce. PS We all were scooping/sopping/soaking up the sauce with the great bread.
Our desserts were also really good - a red fruit concoction and an orange soufflé with pineapple ice.
Our bill, with 2 bottles of wine, no bottled water but two coffees, was 182.50 E, thus 121.66 a couple. dB's = 85.0
Go? (As we were winding up or down, my friend to the left said "look at those digestif bottles, aren't they artfully arranged?") And that's my conclusion about this meal - it was artful. I'll go again in a flash. Gael Orieux has used his time in the Houses of Alleno, Bocuse and Senderens very well.
End point - So what's in the name - Auguste? Escoffier? Rodin?