We had an early dinner there late last week. Courteous and engaging staff when we started, but all that disappeared when 45 minutes later, the place completely filled up with more people standing up and waiting for seats. My wife had the soup, which was one of the special of the day. It was good, but nothing that I would call extraordinary. The pate and salad dish (based on Constant’s recipe when he was an apprentice) was so ordinary that it was just plain boring.
As I told my wife then, I was confused with the groupings of the courses in the menu and which was never explained to us. Are these tapas-portions? Bigger than tapas? What are cocottes? Anyway, I figured that the more expensive ones would be the entrees. Our entrees were, again, nothing to write home about. One was the special of the day, which looked like a lamb stew with potato gratin which is just as I described it: lamb stew with potato gratin. The other entree was a very small, yet very tough Veal steak that was served in a small metal cauldron like a small island in a white (cream-based) soup and vegetables. At a price of Euro 28, this dish really sucked, and even if the very, very tough meat was tenderized, the overall flavor of grilled veal in a soup was just not working.
I definitely won’t be back nor would I recommend this place. It appears to be a place that has seen better days early in its life, but is just bringing clients (I would estimate at least half to be just like me … tourists) based on the popularity of Constant’s name.
Our Paris trip was almost just an afterthought, as a wind-down 2 night trip, after spending 2 weeks in Italy. Contrary to earlier trips, we made no dinner plans this time and just went where we can get a table without advanced reservations. I wished I had read up and heeded some earlier comments here instead of wasting a dinner in the gastronomic capital of the world.