So, because of the uncertainty of our # 31 bus to Coretta every Sunday, we tend to go a bit early and inevitably sit for a few minutes on the nice benches outside, which today had a cool ice cream cart outside. At 12:30 sharp, Matthieu Marcant opened the door and in English, said "Mr. Talbott, come in, how are you?" Wow, who can not love that warm welcome?
Coretta, 151 bis rue du Cardinet in the 17th, open 7/7, (Metro: Brochant) has become our go-to place on Sundays. The staff is lovely, the setting ideal and the food consistently superior. Today we had a plus, because its owner/chef Beatriz Gonzales, of Mexican origin, after passing thru the houses of Bocuse, Lucas Carton and the Grand Cascade, whose first place, Neva Cuisine, was itself terrific, was herself clearing tables, delivering food and acting just like a "normal" person, not the Queen Bee.
We were with my most loyal longstanding Franco-American friend and we didn't take long to decide what to have after an intriguing amuse soup. The ladies started with a nice gaspacho and a ceviche, while I had the heart-clogging fried pied de cochon, yummy, fatty bad for you and good for me. Then Colette had generous portion of superb cod with delicious vegetables, including artichoke hearts, and an accompanying sauce. My old biking pal and I had the best in my life, except for Daniel Rose's, pigeon - tender, yummy and out of this world, with cherries. To wind up, we all plunged into the brioche, which is a cross between a kouing-aman/cinnamon bun and a heavenly caramel pastry.
Our bill, with no bottled water, but great bread and coffee and a bottle and a half of wine, was 106.66 € a couple.
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