5.0 Clint (Eastwood), 174, rue de la Roquette in the 11th, (Metro: Philippe Auguste) 09.81.60.17.36 (but no reservations at lunch), is one of the coolest places I've been in months - raw wood, tables d'hote, shelves of products from Greece to Brooklyn and tee-shirts, rows of HP sauce like toy soldiers, a cool (my friend who lives nearby said "hipster" and "Bobo" I swear) clientele and a carte suitable for them (salads, burgers and such.)
I wondered what this world class Dean of Desserts would order: turned out to be a tin of sardines - OK. And I had a bok choi salad with tuna with Chinese dressing - OK.
Then, wouldn't you know, despite the fact that he said "this place is supposed to be good for burgers", he ordered the same grilled daurade as I did, save he had veggies and I a butternut puree - OK.
At this point we'd had enough OK food and we checked out. Our bill with a bottle and glass of wine (it's a complicated story), no bottled water and no bread, was 82 E.
Go? For an average meal among the twenties crowd at a deafening din (90.8 dB), I think not.
