Les Chouettes, 32, rue de Picardie in the 3rd is right around the block from Charlie Hebdo H.Q. so it was impossible not to see the full Valls' vigipirate display of arms and boots. Kid of took the fun out of going since it brought back that week of horror.
So, after perusing the menu and absorbing the specials today, remembering my friend M-F's egg and crisp bacon yesterday, I ordered the soft egg with a puree of mushrooms, whole trumpets of death and speck that was the equal of crisp bacon. Colette then had the delicious sounding and tasting croustillant of pintade with a spectacular conte sauce and candele pasta, some of which were stuffed with a forcemeat and mizuna and I the joue de boeuf with crispy potato rounds, beets and pears; equally fine. For dessert she ordered the Paris Brest, which we shared, which was superb (as she reminded me, as it always is here).
Our bill with a bottle and glass of wine, no bottled water, two coffees and a glass I broke, our bill was 98 E.
Anything amiss John?:
1). I cannot believe in this age of printing daily menus they resist printing out the daily specials or putting them on an ardoise,
2). I resent their insistence on getting all your personal data to log-onto their wifi instead of letting you use your own (in my case Free) network. Who wants weekly reminders from restos?
