102, blvd du Montparnasse
01 43 20 14 20
Answering the question of where to eat on Sunday night or after midnight, La Coupole is frequently our choice. One recent night while waiting at the bar for a table I threw caution to the wind and opted for a blackboarded special of a cocktail Cosmopolitan to see how it would fare. One sip strongly advocated for the French tradition of drinking wine.
Our tried-and-true choices for our meal were the justly-celebrated curry dagneau and the "choucroute formidable, both hearty and heftily portioned plates you can attack with gusto. For starters we had a traditional endive and roquefort salad, again in a sizable portion, and a weird special of sardines whereby the waiter came to table and presented a salver on which was a white cloth and the UNOPENED CAN of sardines! After we perused its label (what can one do in such a situation except to don a knowledgeable demeanor and nod sagely?) the sardines were whisked away to be opened and soon they returned having been placed in a row on a plate in a pool of their oil. We looked at the plate and our conversation turned to Basil Fawlty.
The cocktail and the sardines were a lesson to stick to the reliable dishes here, the great oysters and shellfish, the curry dagneau, the steak tartare, etc. etc. etc. The continual buzz in the classy and expansive room stands testament that though a tad pricey, La Coupole remains an extraordinarily and justifiably memorable and popular place to eat. Our bill with a cocktail, a coupe de champagne, two courses of food, a bottle of pinot blanc and a tisane was 104 Euros, which really is rather what were used to paying in New York.