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Our second night in Paris found us stumbling around again looking for
a restaurant, this time by heading off in a direction of the Marais
we'd never been in before. We ended up at
Le
Bouledogue at
20
Rue Rambuteau in the 3rd. A tiny little place, half empty at
20:45 and totally full by 21:15. About half the crowd were
skinny French gay men there for a quick pre-crawl meal. And proper
brasserie service, friendly people, all good. (Except the weather, a
miserable 30°C).
Ken and I both had gaspacho, passably good but nothing special. Ken's duck confit was undercooked but the skin was nicely crunchy. My breast of goose was absolutely fantastic, unctuously oily with just enough vinegar in the sauce to balance. We liked the place, but in retrospect maybe the food was just ordinary. |
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