Setup: So I Uber over to the darkest 20th, on a street filled with graffiti, I'd never heard of before this month, the rue de Denoyez. There are young folks coming in and out places that seem to be exhibition, dining or clothing spaces. On this street are at least two restaurants that recently popped up. Today I was with my great pal, a fellow blogger and what a treat we had.
8.2 Le Desnoyez, 3, rue Denoyez (Desnoyez, Denoyer, what gives here?), in the 20th, 06.61.19.18.31, closed Tuesdays and Wednesdays (Metro: Belleville). I enter - 23 seats, 6 of them stools, look at the menu 2-2-2, but starters at 4€, whoa, and (Oxford comma) the wine list, beginning at 20 something. Wow. Two chefs, one front room woman and a bunch of clients who are either local or visitors from other regions of France. We order.
Firsts, we shared. Leeks with goat cheese and nuts and fried chicken livers with coriander. Man oh man. In heaven.
Then maigre with carrot puree and a pork sausage with lettuces, I thought the latter was the only downer - the sausage should have had more moisture e.g. fat from something like pigs' feet.
Finally, desserts of goat cheese with oregano and EVOO and a Creme Catalan/Creme brûlée.
Our bill, with no bottled water, so-so bread, one bottle of Ardeche and two incredibly good coffees was 63 €.
Go? My great resource, Mangeur, said "yes", I can only agree. Super food, great prices, how long can they go on in so tiny a space. Run!