7.1 Le Tourrette, 70, rue de Grenelle in the 7th, 01.45.44.16.05 (Metro: Rue du Bac) has a minimalist fascade, zinc tables d'hote and counters and a menu that has something for everyone (I went for the poulpe and perdrix escabeche).
We started off by sharing a can of sardinellas, 42 mind you, which were enormously enhanced by some lemon, but still were simply canned sardines.
They may have been standard but the mains were, as Chirac used to say on the Guignols - "Top Top"
- ceviche of daurade (not perdrix as I had hoped for) with picos bleus, whatever they are and whatever they were, they were great, in a glorious sauce
- 3 gambas with a white garlicky cream sauce with white Soules grapes soaked in sherry that Colette thought had never seen a garlic but was still wonderful and
- Galician (you know, the area around the Spanish Food Central - Santiago de Compostela) poulpe, with gently warmed potato slices.
To finish up, Colette has a rice pudding with caramel sauce and the boys had one of the best pain perdus of my life.
Our bill, with a bottle and a glass of wine (comp'd), no bottled water but 2 coffees, was 118 E or 78 E a couple.
Go? He may not be related to Bernard Loiseau and worked at the quirkily named Australian place Alfie & Hetty, but he also cheffed at Bistronautes and managed to transmorgrify that experience into this Iberian paradise.
