3.5 Petit Pascal, 33 rue Pascal in the 13th , 01.45.35.33.87, closed weekends was recommended to me by my favorite 18th Arr. cook book writer/blogger who offered to venture with me into the deepest darkest deserted corner of the 13th to try this place. I love this area because it features streets bearing the names of all the great French neuroscientists of yore: Pinel, Broca, Esquirol, plus a few great painters – Rubens, Veronese, etc.
Coming in I was impressed by the number of chalkboards: one with charcuterie and cheese; one with wines, one with specials, one with starters, one with mains and the last with desserts. The place is run by two grey-helmet-headed women of a certain age who couldn’t have been more pleasant and their young chef was equally warm and appreciative of our comments.
They had everything you’d want from about eight salads to five charcuteries to five cheeses and wines from their trusted sources as well as things such as lentils with sausage and chocolate mousse but no fish. Nothing haute, nothing edgy, nothing earth-shaking; just predicable and good.
We shared the plate of charcuterie (which Le Fooding indicated was all from Cantal, but our hostess said it was wider in origin), in any case, it was better than the usual.
Then I had the confit de canard and she had a salad Monegasque with lots of veggies; both quite nice.
We skipped dessert but had coffee and our bill was 54.50 € for a meal I would eagerly return to if I lived in the nabe.
Should one go? Just like I said.
*Originally published in June 2007
Your blog is a daily delight. Is Petit Pascal still good?
Posted by: Gerry Freeman | July 31, 2010 at 11:12 PM
I truly do not know because I've not been back since that time. Cheers
Posted by: John Talbott | August 01, 2010 at 05:02 PM