3.0 Nous 4, 3 rue Beccaria in the 12th, 01.75.57.77.48, closed Sundays and Mondays (Metro: Gare de Lyon) is a place I’ve read about that sounded like it had “innovative chef’s cooking” and when my great friend/pal/colleague who knows more about cuisine than Buddha couldn’t come up with anything more interesting, I suggested Nous 4. Yie, yie, yie!
I entered a bit earlier than she, so had a Birthday celebratory glass of quite drinkable white wine. So far so good. Then she arrived and after perusal of the chalkboard, we both settled on having a poached egg on lentils that was pretty good although she suggested it would be better with two eggs. Ok.
She, having authored and won awards for wine books, chose the wine, which she deemed correctly too warm. The waitguy immediately surrounded it with a really cool looking cooler truc. Ok.
Then the trouble got worse. As she began eating her daurade, she started telling me about a fresh fish caught off Brittany she cooked and fresh eel she’d recently eaten and you don’t need to be a psychoanalyst to figure out what she was having was not up to those, plus her fish was on a bed of soggy chopped endives swimming in water. To make matters worse, my civet de canette had seemingly been “stewed” in water as well and the paparadelles it sat on were pathetic.
For dessert they served us each a half a toasted banana with - “are these raisins burned?” and nuts. She ate one bite and left it.
Our bill, which she made me doublecheck, I suspect because she felt cheated at any price, with a bottle (of correctly named Antidote) and glass of wine and two coffees was 83€. Db’s were 71.2
Go? If this is one of Gault/Millau’s young talents, Buddha forbid trying the others.
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