Pre: All the way to lunch I kept thinking of Bernstein and Hellman’s songs from the Boston version of Candide, wondering if lunch would be “glitter and be gay” (ironic for Lenny eh?), “the best of all possible worlds” or “make our garden grow” until I read their statement of purpose and realized the translation was either “innocent, candid, uncomplex” or a reference to the chef himself - Alessandro Candido. Aah ha.
6.1 Candide, 35 rue de Sambre et Meuse in the 10th, 01.83.87.99.93, (Metro: Colonel Fabian), closed Sundays and Mondays is located in the heart of Boboland and from the time I entered until I left every hipster-manque, some aging with pony-tails, others nursing toddlers, within miles, flooded in. The menu is an ultra simple 2-3-2 but from the huge rotisseries you sense that to have anything but chicken would be folly.
And so I skipped a starter of pumpkin soup, despite its being Halloween, or a cabbage salad and went straight to said chicken, today prepared Cajun style, although you could’ha fooled me, with great crisp skin and blah potatoes and then a mousse of fromage frais with honey, which was quite decent.
My bill, including 2 glasses of Italian wine, fine bread with Italian olive oil from chef Candido’s family and a coffee, was 34€ - thus 68€ a couple.
Go? A tough question. For me, it was a day I wanted to eat alone, with fun food, served by friendly folks, where I could kick back and enjoy simple stuff without pressure - but for the food cognoscenti, I dunno.
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