This was the most obvious landmark at St Michel Square. If you see this great, big, violent triumphant-good-over-evil, fountain-statue of St. Michel (it was originally proposed to be Napolean), you know you're there.
St Michel's Square literally had dozens of restaurants, but most of them were either Greek or Italian. But you see, we were in Paris, & being in Paris meant eating French food. Greek & Italian just didn't sound right. It'd be like eating Chinese food in Paris, after you fly thousands of miles, all the way from the other side of the world.
After walking the whole length of Boulevard St Germain, well, ALMOST the whole length, cos that stretch was one heck of a boulevard (It seemed like it didn't have any beginning nor end), we decided to go back to St Michel, to this little lane called Rue de la Huchette.
You can't miss this little place cos the moment you see people walking out with food in their mouths, you know you've come to the right place.
Rue de la Hutchette is a very small lane, packed with restaurants, & it felt like a little small food village. Everybody was eating something.
I've said it before, & I'll say it again, finding good food in Paris is a game of chance. It's like buying Toto Jackpot, except that the probability of getting bad food is less cos you either get a Good, So-so, or Bad. So we decided to roll the dice on this place.
The place looked pretty decent except that it was empty.
We figured that was because it was already quite late into the afternoon & everybody had already left. In contrast, most Parisians hang out in the cafes the whole day, & nobody seems to be working. So we hoped we were right & that the empty tables didn't mean that we've just entered a sucky-food trap & would not be able to get out now.
This was our friendly waiter, who spoke very good English, & was very polite. Most waiters in Paris are male, & are very experienced. Most of them can crack jokes to the point of putting up a one-man entertainment show. I wouldn't be surprised if they started juggling knives or doing fire-eating stunts. But for the time being, he just wiped the table for us.
For 16.90 euros, you get to chose ONE each from the following choices of 7 entrees, 9 main courses (Plats) & 4 desserts.
Look, I know we're in Paris, & we should be tasting the wine, but this is lunch okay, & we didn't want to have to go back to the hotel to sleep after this.
The baguettes were free flow & I was just glad that there were no aunties with us, you know, the ones who would stuff food into their huge handbags.
This was my ultimate favourite entree - Feuillette Au Chevre Chaud or in a language more understandable to us, Hot Goat's Cheese.
This was Canard Confit (Duck) which wasn't on the menu but Nee asked for it & she got it.
Rump Steak with Roquefort Sauce
My Dessert - Parisian Ice Cream (Coupe Parisienne). Strange, but they actually put whipped cream on ice cream.
Nee's dessert - Creme Brulee Maison.
The Verdict: You can say that we hit the jackpot cos everything was excellent to the 't'. Overall, French cuisine do tend to be a bit on the salty side but you could still tell when something is really good. We highly ecommend this accidental place should you have an opportunity to visit Paris one day. Bon apetit!