Pre: March 1st, 2016 I had my first meal at Christophe Saintage's blue-facaded Papillon in the 17th and noticed its next door neighbor, a traiteur called the Garde Manger, almost its mirror image, but in red, run by Laura Portelli, and could not resist buying stuff for dinner there as often as I could. They shared a kitchen and apparently a life and so when one of my best friends and food spotters told me to go to Pique Nique I hesitated. "Wait a minute, I don't want take out bread, cheese and charcuterie." But no...….
7.2 Pique Nique, 14 rue Bertin Poiree in the 1st, 01.40.26.67.19, open 7/7 (Metro: Chatelet; line 1 is 1 block from the restaurant)) is a genuine real restaurant, no fooling, forget the name, but it does have clever menus; you check off what you want like an old-time state fair joint. Three dishes are 28 and four dishes are 38E. And what dishes!
The ladies, being ladies, started off with healthy vegetables - cauliflower and beets, while I tossing caution to the wind, had luscious bulots with just the right spicy aioli.
For main courses, Colette had delicious chicken. She wanted haricot coco but they were out of them. The steamed vegetables needed help. Our friend from the Marais and I had enough confited veal and cabbage and potatoes sarladaises (which calls for only three ingredients - potatoes, garlic and duck fat) to merit doggie bags for dinner.
For dessert we shared the chou of praline and chocolate and the All Citrus, both superb.
Our bill, with a bottle of wine and 3 coffees, was 117E or 78E a couple. dB's = 76.0
Go? You'd be a fool not to. Décor is lovely and the welcome warm. Plus below is their idea of dejeuner.
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