4.0 Le Grand 8, 8, rue Lamarck in the 18th, 01.42.55.04.55, (No Metro: use the Montmartrobus), closed Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesday lunch is a place a dear friend from the nuclear-free zone of Cantabridgia insisted I go to in 2009 and dutifully I went and found it wanting, judging it a 1/10. But today was the May 1st weekend and I'd read a nice review in Figaro and thought "Well, it must have a new chef, why not?" My host said "Some guy named John Talbott, with a respected food blog gave it a terrible review," but I responded that because of my review the restaurant must have hired someone new. Silly me.
The firsts, especially the yuge white asparagus stalks, but also the razor clams and veal tongue, were pretty good; no real complaints.
But when the mains arrived after a long wait and a bottle of wine, the parmentier of lamb, coquelet and sweetbreads were all overcooked or cooked and kept under warming lamps too long.
My friends tossed around which dessert to have back and forth and finally decided (for me) we'd have all three; a clafoutis of rhubarb, a brownie-like chocolate cake and ris au lait; for me only the chocolate was worth writing home about.
Our bill, with two bottles and a glass of wine and two digestifs (mine ok, his not so much) was 218 E or 142.66 E a couple; my gracious host paid, I trust that bill not the one I got for 274.50 E for the adjacent table of 5. dB's = 90 = "Boeing 737 or DC-9 aircraft at one nautical mile (6080 ft) before landing (97 dB); power mower (96 dB); motorcycle at 25 ft (90 dB). Newspaper press (97 dB)."
Go back: Sorry, whatever was Rubin thinking?