Pre: So, the jolly head guy, the owner I suppose, asks me "How'd you learn about this place, it's only been open a month?" Oh sez I, on the Internet where I saw it said it featured bistronomic food among friends [thinking but not saying that my buddy who just died coined the expression bistronomique. Plus, the Pave des Fleurs is practically next door and maybe this street is Paris's new culinary fengshui zone.}
7.4 Jtepadi, 9 rue Paul Lelong in the 2nd, 09.53.97.39.91, (Metro: Bourse), closed weekends, when pronounced by real French folks like Sophie Brissaud turns out not to be Jeopardy as Google would lead you to believe but "Je t’ai pas dit", i.e. I didn’t tell you. In any case it has a wonderful looking 2-2-2 menu for 24E but we went for the carte.
The amuses were lovely spicy rillettes on toast fingers and then we both had a wonderful concoction of shrimp tartare on top of shaved cabbage with apple slices. For main dishes Colette went with the scallops with a carrot purée and I had a paleron of beef with a foie gras topping and puréed Jerusalem artichoke. For a finale, Colette wisely chose a brioche perdu.
Our bill, with a bottle of wine (with a screw-top mind you, the French are getting smart about spoilage!) and 2 coffees and fine bread was 119.40€. DB’s were only 79.7 despite it being packed with male banking office types from around this new food Mecca.
Go? You betcha, don't say "Jtepeda!'
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