5.8 Jones, 43, rue Godefroy Cavagnac in the 11th, 09.80.75.32.08 (also via La Fouchette) closed weekends (Metro: Voltaire) is in the old Bones space and has much of its ambiance and James Henry's spirit but not his soul. Henry left in August 2015 and the inheritors have tried to keep thing running, so it was with great hopes that I went with my expat friend who's lived here forever,
The menu for 3 courses is very affordable (23 E) and the products fresh and inexpensive. My friend started off with haddock and beets with a creamy sauce and I had onion soup, which was blenderized, then blow-torched to give it a crème brulee crust, then topped with some rounds of roasted onion; both were OK but nothing to write home about. Then she had a piece of beef that was undercooked without her asking with butternut squares and I had mackerel covered with leaves of brussel sprouts; again both were OK but not spectacular. For dessert she had balls of ganache and cereal and I had the cheese that saved the meal for me and her, too, I think.
Our bill with a bottle of wine and one coffee, was a very agreeable 76 E. dB = 82.1, but we were alone, except for rather loud music.
Go? Not unless I hear lots of good things from the big boys - in fact, when I got home I looked up reviews and found this in Le Fooding - "At lunch however, the dishes are inconsistent......" I wish them well; they reminded me of Septime & Pierre Sang Boyer, very good, farm to table inexpensive ingredients but without the skills of a James Henry to pull it off. And while I'm at it, a treacherous circular staircase to the toilets in which there was no soap.
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