4.0 Balls, 27, rue de Douai in the 9th, 09.52.83.33.04, (Metro: Blanche), closed Sundays and Mondays, deserves a bit of an explanation before plunging in. A couple of years ago, when the original Balls opened on the rue St Maur, three of my female blogosphere friends egged me on to go and all write outrageously titled reviews. Well, we never connected, but when the off-shoot opened I convinced one of them to come with her husband to see what's up. The carte is pretty much balls and balls, with some sides and dessert thrown in. When I looked at the place from the street all the lights were off - "Oh oh, a flood, electricity failure, etc.," but no just a late arrival of the serveuse. The chef came out and I explained I was early and needed to sit - he said "I don't speak French" but coming from Finland spoke perfect English. So I sat and read and sipped.
My friends arrived and we decided on three sets of balls: beef with tomato sauce, "spicy" and lamb with yogurt sauce; plus some lentils and then a chocolate tart. The balls were, well, balls; the lentils so-so, but the chocolate superb. The balls were so bland I asked for some spicy sauce but our Northern Californian waitlady apologized (in English of course) for having none.
Our bill, with a bottle of water, pathetic bread, no bottled water and two coffees, was 70.50 for three, thus 47 E a couple. dB= 78.2
Go? I think not, even if you're my back-packing grand-kids.
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