5.1 Le Sauvage, 7, rue Roy in the 8th (Metro: St Augustine or Miromesnil), 01.45.22.22.46, closed weekends and Monday at lunch. Backstory - The name Sauvage has been a tickle in my brain for a while and on my famous list and today I said to my best chef-friend "let's go." My pain-killer-addled mind didn't possibly accept that there might by two places named Le Sauvage, we headed to the one in the 8th - and he said "This has been open since 2011" (unspoken, "I thought you went to new places?")
I entered and it was full of shirts, absolutely full, not what I would expect from a Bar a vins/Cave a Manger. I was still clueless. We looked over the carte which seemed much pricier than Le Fooding's estimate of 20-25 E pp. Fog-on.
The firsts were pleasant enough; he had a terrine of foie de veau with a large piece of succrine and I had an absolutely bland bouillon of something with raviolis of tasteless crevettes swimming in a sea of tiny Japanese mushrooms.
Then he had a magret de canard with spinach that he quickly assessed as not of the from the top quality of sources and I had 4 scallops with endives which were OK, no more, no less.
He wanted to have coffee and get out but I wanted reparations - so I had what was the highlight of the meal - a brioche perdu with caramel.
Our bill with a bottle of fine Luberon, 1/2 of San Pellegrino, OK bread and 2 coffees, was 132 E.
Go? To the other Sauvage in the 6th, yes, this weekend. What a dunce am I. Oh well, I can blame it on the back-pain and the bastard that ran me down 30 years ago.
