6.3 Table aka La Table de Bruno Verjus, 3, Rue de Prague in the 12th, 01.43.43.12.26, closed weekends, has been open a bare month and already garnered much press. Bruno Verjus, it's creator and chef de cuisine (with 3 others) was described in Le Fooding as a "Critique gastronomique, blogueur, auteur, chroniqueur radio, consultant,.....homme-orchestre du gastrocosme" and in the spirit of full disclosure*, he is an old eating partner and friend of many years - so of course I want him to succeed and am unlikely to write a bad review unless the meal was disasterous, which it most certainly was not.
The restaurant has been elegantly refurbished, has neat rotisseurs for the meat and (our day) pineapple and a menu that is long on good products and spare on choices.
For firsts, Madame M. chose a rabbit terrine with pieces of rabbit liver therein and wonderful big cornichons which she considered "not to her taste" but the rest of us thought was quite good; and the men had what was essentially a carpaccio of very good (raw) rumsteak with anchovies and a nice salad.
For mains, the ladies shared a rouget for two, which they deemed undercooked twice (and the men thought perfect) and we had the rotissed loin of pork with sophistocated beets which we thought was the cat's meow.
Desserts were shared by all: a slice of 2-hour rotissed pineapple with three vanilla ice cream and a chocolate mousse with a sorrel anglaise sauce. Again, the men thought all was well in the world and the women demurred.
With two bottles of reasonably-priced wine (the first list we got was eye-popping), no bottled water and three coffees, our bill came to 117.25 E a couple.
Go? Me and my pal, you bet; the ladies - never again.
