6.1 Au 41 Penthievre, as you'd expect - at 41 rue de Penthievre in the 8th, 01.43.59.23.99, closed weekends (Metro: St Philippe or Miromesnil) is the big one that got away from the big boys and girls. It opened a good year ago under the direction of two ex-Violin d'Ingres folks (Alexandre Lallemode in the front room and Alain Carriere in the kitchen). As you approach it, it looks like a pretty fancy place, suitable for the 8th, with cool outside chairs, a menu that appears in the window in multiple parts (better seen on their website) and is chockablock full of ministerial types.
We started off with a nice bottle of Chat. Haut-Bajac and were perusing the menu when presented with what was almost a terrarium of pleurotes offered to accompany the gigantic cotes de boeuf, two of which were displayed nearby the 'terrarium". We passed those opportunities up and instead started with a fricassee of girolles with slices of lomo Ibèrique, a combination we really liked.
Colette then moved onto veal nuggets with mashed potatoes and a sauce with coques that I found jarring on the veal but alone, each was OK. I had the lamb chops, cooked almost as blue as I like, with a pathetic (remember, it's October) grilled tomato "crumble" (like English B&B's serve, topped though with good fresh goat cheese. Then we shared a deconstructed sable Breton with lemon (as in a lemon tart) and meringue dots. It was very good.
Our bill, with a bottle and glass of wine, no bottled water great bread and butter and 2 coffees (plus a dB level of 69.3 even when the Minister-types were shouting) was 127.00 E.
Go? We're most grateful to Laidback for steering us here and hope they'll polish up a few things (such as ceasing the scraping of plates at the table and re-thinking the juxtaposition of mains and their sauces) so we can return without worry.