Jeanne A. in the 11th: A cornucopia has dropped into our lives.

This is the third time we've been to Jeanne A., and it's a great addition to the Paris restaurant/epicerie scene but the electric outer door continues to bedevil the place; two times the electricity flipped out, leaving the door open to the Northern blasts and one day they had to shut down the whole place to fix it.  But this is indeed a very minor inconvenience in the larger scheme of things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just love the feel of this place; the shelves full of both fresh and preserved produce plus oysters, soups, terrines, jamon legs and delicious desserts in and on top of the display case and there are 5 L barrels of really, cooly illustrated Langedoc Chat Puech-Haut arrayed along the floor. 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started off with the beefsteak tomatoes (which they also sell fresh to take out) which had olive oil dribbled over them and needed a bit of salt and pepper to perfect; then Colette had the Challans chicken breast with one of the tastiest, crispiest skins ever; ut came with its juice, some salad and potatoes Dauphinoise and I had two hefty slices of leg of lamb cooked properly with the self-same salad and potatoes Dauphinoise.  P.S., both of us loved the potatoes so much we asked for the uneaten portions to be boxed for dinner - no problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne A. is known for its stunning array of desserts and today's choices were no exception: Colette, bewitched by the options, asked for "small portions" of the warm apple crumble with creme fraiche and a slice of fruit-filled brioche - no problem - while I had the intense, dense, chocolate block.  Oh my!

The bill, with terrific bread, their own water, a bottle en carafe and glass of Bordeaux and two Illy's was 76 E.

Go?  All I can say is reserve in advance and get there early, since the place fills quickly and many folk either were turned away or had to wait (somewhere else) for tables to clear.  It's clearly a neighborhood fave, no English spoken, except by the staff in a very nice, unobtrusive way.  Service was very good.

Another find:

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New York All Beef hotdogs that are hallal and fatty; oy!

One further poster from the Parmentier Metro to leave you with: