Prequel: Yesterday, eating with my old pal the Real Food Critic, he asked "Where are you eating tomorrow" and I answered "Le Moulin de la Galette," "Ah, Le Moulin de la Galette, lovely setting, cursed restaurant." "Yes", I said "But they have a chef from MaSa in B/B which I loved....[and] a new team of two long time friends - Cedric Barbier, talented entrepreneur...[who] has lived in Montmartre for several years...[and] "'Doudou' (Nicolas Tourneville)...chef ambassador of French gastronomy and owner of the restaurant Le Metis in Bali;....[and they have a] loving respect of traditions." Yah, now either that means the classic dishes, blanquettes, boeuf bourguignon and crepes, or classic dishes updated like the pot-au-feu at La Bourse et la Vie, or it means 1950's string beans and roast chicken. Soon which of these will be illuminated, as said Jonathan Safran Foer, which indeed it was.
4.0 Le Moulin de la Galette, in the 18th, 83, rue Lepic in the 18th, 01.46.06.84.77, (Metro: you gotta be kidding? use the Montmartrebus), open 7 days for dinner, closed Mondays-Wednesdays for lunch, is the first place my old friend, the French diplomat (quick lesson: American diplomat = commercial attache, French diplomat = spy) took us too after we bought a place nearby. It was charming then, (we ate in the inner garden), and it's charming now; then it was an Italian joint, afterwards revived by the gastronomic King of Montmartre, Antoine Heerah, think Beauvilliers, Chamarré de Montmartre, Clocher de Montmartre; now in the same skin but with a very uninteresting carte.
My friend, a guy who does food tours, which could have included this place, if it turned out to be good, ordered the chicken with tabouli (the chicken was cold and so blah, it was indeed classic, the gold standard for blah; the
Le Moulin de la Galette in the 18th: Ho hum, beautiful setting, tourist menu, but all French folks.
Prequel: Yesterday, eating with my old pal the Real Food Critic, he asked "Where are you eating tomorrow" and I answered "Le Moulin de la Galette," "Ah, Le Moulin de la Galette, lovely setting, cursed restaurant." "Yes", I said "But they have a chef from MaSa in B/B which I loved....[and] a new team of two long time friends - Cedric Barbier, talented entrepreneur...[who] has lived in Montmartre for several years...[and] "'Doudou' (Nicolas Tourneville)...chef ambassador of French gastronomy and owner of the restaurant Le Metis in Bali;....[and they have a] loving respect of traditions." Yah, now either that means the classic dishes, blanquettes, boeuf bourguignon and crepes, or classic dishes updated like the pot-au-feu at La Bourse et la Vie, or it means 1950's string beans and roast chicken. Soon which of these will be illuminated, as said Jonathan Safran Foer, which indeed it was.
4.0 Le Moulin de la Galette, in the 18th, 83, rue Lepic in the 18th, 01.46.06.84.7701.46.06.84.77, (Metro: you gotta be kidding? use the Montmartrebus), open 7 days for dinner, closed Mondays-Wednesdays for lunch, is the first place my old friend, the French diplomat (quick lesson: American diplomat = commercial attache, French diplomat = spy) took us too after we bought a place nearby. It was charming then, (we ate in the inner garden), and it's charming now; then it was an Italian joint, afterwards revived by the gastronomic King of Montmartre, Antoine Heerah, think Beauvilliers, Chamarré de Montmartre, Clocher de Montmartre; now in the same skin but with a very uninteresting carte.
My friend, a guy who does food tours, which could have included this place, if it turned out to be good, ordered the chicken with tabouli (the chicken was cold and so blah, it was indeed classic, the gold standard for blah; the quinoa supposedly tabouli-style, was not) while I had a pretty well-sourced, well-cooked, tender Angus hanger steak with pretty sub-normal frites.
Our bill, with one bottle of quite good Cahors, decent bread, and no butter or bottled water, was 83 E a couple.
Go? I suppose if marooned on the top during the Second Commune of Montmartre during the week, when lunch is 28 E, but I'm afraid with the same boring menu, yes. As long as one sticks to the beef and wine.
tabouli, don't ask) while I had a pretty well-sourced, well-cooked, tender Angus hanger steak with pretty sub-normal frites.
Our bill, with one bottle of quite good Cahors, decent bread, and no butter or bottled water, was 83 E a couple.
Go? I suppose if marooned on the top during the Second Commune of Montmartre during the week, when lunch is 28 E, but I'm afraid with the same boring menu, yes. As long as one sticks to the beef and wine.
But on the way out, I looked at the dozens of folks taking photos, and yes, it's impressive, despite today's headline "Tiens, l'hiver est deja de retour."
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