Pre: Paul Bocuse, long dead, has sort-of reappeared in this remake by Hyatt, of the Brasserie du Louvre. I say sort-of because anyone who ate at his famous restaurant won't find many traces of his genius except in the names of dishes.
4.0 Brasserie du Louvre (Bocuse), 172 Rue de Rivoli (Place du Palais Royal) in the 1st, 01.44.58.37.21, open 7/7, is as delightful a looking place as when I ate here decade(s) ago. The choices are not exactly contemporary but, hey, you came for a whiff of the great Paul, no?
To start, my fellow blogger chose the entree du jour, pressed jellied chicken that she (and I) immediately deemed "boring" while I had the sausage with pistachios from Lyon in pastry which I deemed (and she agreed) "ordinary" even with Paul Bocuse's own cute mustard jar.
Then she had the swordfish cooked a bit on the outside, raw on the inside, with sinews that made cutting and eating most of it impossible. The highlight was a nifty little plastic lemon squeezer that looked like a duck.
She ended with the patisserie du jour (clafoutis) with apricot sauce and I a very safe choice - the creme brulee.
Our bill, with a bottle of great Rhone (I should hope so) and 2 4E coffees was 92E. db's not worth measuring until the toddler screamed.
Go? I can't think of one reason to.
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