I brought Colette and 4 friends today to Le Petit Champerret in the 17th, a place that, on February 20th, I famously boasted might be the "Best meal/dishes of 2013" and I'll tell you what all six of us thought right now - the other 5 had problems with a lot of food and ambiance elements but again I ate very well - but I'm getting ahead of myself.
We started off well, with rillettes of sardines on toasts and a bottle of the Cotes be Bordeaux I'd had before. However, soon the resto began to fill and by 13h41 was so full and lous no one could hear nything.
For firsts, Chef P. had the asparagus soup with an egg, her sculptor husband had the glass of crab, guacamole and a red pepper ball on top, M. Paga had the wolf (fish not quadriped) with unidentifiable and (he said) tasteless mini-balls of something and I had a mushroom looking composition of a bone with its marrow on top and besides it on slices of potato - I thought all was well.
Then we waited, it got louder, we waited, it got louder, we started shouting, and waited, too long.
Then M. Rodin-manque had superb scallops with asparagus; the ladies all had veal ordered rosé (we'll come back to that) and I thought it was just fine - with asparagus; M. Paga had the confited lamb aka mutton which I, a mutton-hater, thought quite crispy and tasty as did he, a mutton-lover; and I had goat with its various organs and I thought it was about as good as it gets even though some thought the "sauce" was straight out of the Maille can and veggies not much of a much. But returning to the veal. As I said the ladies ordered it rosé, indeed Chef P. said rosé-rosé, and while hers was to her taste, the others were most unhappy with their over-cooked versions and on their behalf, Chef P. remonstrated and M. Castellani took two off our bill.
Only Colette had room for dessert but all shared in the brioche perdu.
With 2 1/2 wines, a Coke and two coffees the bill should have been 96.53 E a couple.
