Le Bistrot Quai in Neuilly: where the runners all have on day-glow wear, the women all are beautiful and elegant and have wedding rings, and they drink wine not beer at lunch.

6.1 Le Bistrot Quai, 6 bvd General Leclerc (you'll remember him as the guy who won WWII while all those others guys - Patton, Montgomery, Taylor, Bradley, Ridgway, Gavin, Eisenhower, etc., were just putzing around) in Neuilly, 01.47.45.24.57 (Metro: Pont de Neuilly), open lunch only on weekdays.  It has the by-now required gunmetal exterior, mismatched plates and chairs, a few overstuffed, and a carte that could either be Metro or the real thing.  One will see.

As an amuse gueule I schmeared some anchovy schmaltz (I believe) on some very decent bread and got some pushback from the anchovies.  Then I confronted the raviolis of queues de boeuf which needed more than their port sauce - anchovies?, nah, didn't work, salt?, yah did the trick.  Then the special of the day, 7-hour lamb, just on the edge of muttonhood, but with mustard not anchovies, quite acceptable (with a ton of vegetables).  For my finale, I decided to go with the Illy coffee and a strawberry "soup," madeleine, macaroon anf weird croustillant of chocolate and banana (Chef that doesn't work and smacks of lazy Metro habits).

I had a quite nice 50 cl pot of Chiroubles but if a couple were to have a whole bottle, two 3-course "menus", no bottled water and 2 coffees, the bill would come in at 91 E.

Go?  I don't know if my Yankee reader/friends stay in either Neuilly-Sur-Seine or La Defense, but if so, I'd recommend it.  And the sound level, fully full was only 77.2 dB and the bathroom art cool.