Three chefs walk into a bar, no, it’s not a joke. One says “I think I know that dottering geezer over there (from Jouvence),” the second says “ah maybe from Akrame Substance,” but the third draws a blank. After their kind gift of some champagne, while I’m in the loo, my fellow blogger gets their current locations - Jouvence, which (phew) I loved and the Coup d’Oeil and Breton, where I’m about to go.
7.5 The Cafe du Coin, 9, rue Camille Desmoulins, 01.48.04.82.46, closed weekends, has been open but a brief time and already has a loyal following of young folks eagerly scarfing down its inventive 19€ 3-course meals. When I arrived the place was almost full and despite the world record 91 decibels, my blogging pal and I were able to talk.
We decided to go 50-50 on their 2-2-2 menu, which was a good decision, although one couldn’t go wrong. We started with a large pizzette with guanciale and a smaller white pizza with an almost cream cheesy yogurt topped with chicken livers - both superb.
Then we moved on to several generous and perfectly cooked slices of pintade with polenta (which I, a polenta-hater, loved) mushrooms of death and mustard seeds as well as encornets with blettes which I found to be the weakest sister of the day.
Desserts were spectacular - a chocolate and something else ice and pear tart. Wow!
Our bill with a bottle of wine (they have glasses starting at 3€!), no bottled water and two coffees, was 72.60€.
Go? Certainly. And I’m not too worried about pesky folks flooding the place, it’s too far from the center, too funky, too young and too outre to interest them.
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