Haddock & Co in the 17th: If a gastronomic train can run off the tracks; this was it.

1.0 Haddock & Co, 18bis, rue Pierre-Demours in the 17th (Metro: deadzone), 06.47.20.74.49, closed Mondays was intriguing enough sounding - oysters, tapas of seafood and other shellfish that I convinced a fried to share it with me - what a mistake.  First of all, they have only two tables, the rest are stools and high tables.  Second, even with my 20/20 vision, I couldn't read and the ardoise and getting up and memorizing it was a pain. And third, even for wines it was the chalkboard or nothing.

My friend and I both started with the maki of shrimp (granted our mistake, doubling down if the dish was bad, which it was); there was what the description said was sweet and sour sauce, but it may have contained wasabi and soy but it had a weird taste; we both did better eating them with the salad dressing. Then my friend had accras balls and I their signature dish - haddock salé cubes in a sea of lentils.  I started eating and noticed my friend had put her cutlery down.  "What's up?"  "It's inedible."  "No" I couldn't believe it.  I tried a bit - awful and weird at the same time. At this point we gave up.

Our bill with a bottle of Sauvignon, small one of sparkling and two coffees (OK bread BTW), was 81 E.  dB's not obtained because the place was empty 80% of the time.

Go?  To the worst price-quality place of 2017?  Not on your life.