Pre: So, I have this friend who bicycled with me the length of the Loire in 1953, but now both of us are mobility challenged so I try to find places to eat near her cabinet in the Marais, which is a challenge. But I hit on this bright blue place with tattered chairs, wooden utensils and a cool decor -
7.2 Oyster Club, 15, rue de Jouy in the 4th, (Metro: St Paul), telephone (faggedaboudid, it's a messagerie and they neither respond nor reply) closed Sunday night and Mondays, advertises itself as all about what's fresh in the ocean today and is an offshoot of a similar place in Dinard - both under the flag of the Boutrais Family. Despite the unwelcoming telephone, the staff is super-welcoming and English-speaking, as shown to a Japanese couple who jiggled their legs throughout and managed to eat seafood with their left hands while playing with their cellphones with their righties, never talking to one another. Young'uns!
My friend and I both had 12 Cancale oysters (17 E) which were superb, followed by fricassees of palourdes (equally) and then one baba au rhum, the cream of which went superbly on top of our coffees.
Our bill, with a bottle of Chardonnay (sulfites added) and 2 coffees was 101 E. dBs once it got rolling, were 84.0
Go back? In a flash, even without Mick or Keith.
That menu board is precisely what I imagine heaven to contain.
Posted by: Mark H. | May 31, 2019 at 03:06 PM