Top to bottom and clockwise they were: encornets with ham, radish halves with fish eggs, inventive marinated or lightly pickled sliced eggplant that was almost tomato-like and chard fritters; rascasse (to my ears) but corrected twice by my friends in charge of the kitchen and salle to rouget with fresh almonds and a sauce of honey, olive oil and dill; pigeon breast and thigh (jokey pix I assure you); divine crispy, light as clouds and teeny-tiny girolles with astonishing bits of dried apricot; apricot halves sweetened and blow-torched on top with chevre ice cream and cherry halves in red wine; and (whew) chocolate, rum granite and lemon cream.
With 2 bottles of Red Loire Orleans Clos St Fiacre, 3 coffees, his usual good rolls and butter and no bottled water, our three meals (actually they did slip our fourth, late-arriving from his falafel feast guest, a few items) were billed at 197 E but it really would be 116 E a couple.