After a trying, rainy and cold 1st day in Paris, losing all our credit cards, only to have then turn up at the oh so honest Monopix at the end od Rue Dagurre, we were ready to be enveloped by the warmth and graciousness of a Parisian boîte. Carolyn, the chef's wife, is the perfect host and server, welcoming us with charm and compassion for our fractured French. The small, but well decorated and comfortable room, was filled with an eclectic array of diners of all ages and proclamations, Our avocado based amuse bouse was light on the palate, having no relation to the guacamole served in Mexican restaurants. My wife's duck terrine starter was a thick slice of savory goodness. I wanted one for dessert on this wet and chilly Friday in Paris. My squid and couscous was on the dainty side, but had a piquant spice after taste, providing some pizazz at the end. Milady enjoyed her Bresse Chicken for her main course and my Veal was simply delicious, devoured in hunger and need after a stressful day. Desserts were fantastically French, created with a light touch of creativity.. My companion for life liked her chocolate thing and I loved my
reconstructured cheese cake piece of art which was a ridiculous distant cousin to a Stage Deli Cheesecake. A past its prime 25 Euro bottle of 2008 Provincial red wine did not detract from the night. For those who care, we were the only people speaking English in the place. We did try our lousy French and Carolyn, making us feel so comfortable in her home, tried her beginning English. We understood each other perfectly. Reservations were made for our last night in Paris. The cost was 101 Euro for a scrumptious meal that would require twice that outlay in the States. We strolled back to our domicile, arm and arm, remembering why we love Paris.