2.5 Les Petites Ecuries, 38-40 Rue des Petites Ecuries in the 10th, no telephone listed and no reservations taken apparently (Metro: Chateau d'Eau), open 7/7, was on everyone's list of summer terraces - Figaro calling it "La Plus Jungle." Well, I guess it is - but the jungle facing the street is replete with folks smoking whose fumes go inwards not outwards, so I moved to the very back. The carte is suspiciously long on Metro-type dishes and short on what needs to be prepared today.
So, rather than order a hamburger or fish-burger or salad, I decided to go with two starters that seemed to me, must be fixed on site: fried pseudo-Viet Namese rolls with crevettes which had the strangest taste, and a batch of palourdes which had the strangest taste; terminating with a moelleux of caramel with ice cream that had little but no strange taste.
The bill with no bottled water, lousy bread rolls, a half-bottle of rose and a coffee, comes to 78.80 E a couple.
Go? The only redeeming virtue here are the splendid toilets, otherwise you can cross it off your list, jungle or no.
