Years ago and a former life, I (Terry speaking) dined in Paris' famed Restaurant, Ambroisie, which was the favorite lunch spot of President Mitterand. I recall the bill to approximate $600. (lunch)
So it was with great interest I read the following in Departure Magazine: "Mathieu Pacaud hasn't just slipped into father Bernard's whites at the Michelin three-starred L'Ambroisie, he's also opened this hit of his own near Trocadero. .....The cooking is high-minded, but the lively bar scene keeps things informal."
That having been said, off we went to Hexagone which is at 85 Avenue Kleber which I thought was near the Arc D'Triomph and that is where we got off the Metro, only to walk 10+ blocks to the Restaurant.
On entering, we noted that the bar scene was non-existent and we were seated at a table near the kitchen, which prompted our displeasure. We were relocated and the service staff approached quickly to serve us.
Our amuse bouche was "a little brown thing on sea weed situated in a blue "egg" with sea urchin creme. This was followed by escargot in a puff pastry with a spinach puree.
This was followed by a "blue lobster" with veggie and pasta. This was the second restaurant that offered blue lobster. I asked our server if this was a true "blue lobster". The response was, "Oh yes, the lobsters are actually a blue color". Being an aquarium afficinado, I know blue lobsters do exist but approximately the ratio is one in two million.... hmmmm. Wow, these French lobstermen must be really lucky.
My entree was the pigeon with artichoke.....and I recall it being just OK. Pretty but ?
Leaving the restaurant we headed toward the crowd and light show provided by the Eiffel Tower as we were directly across the Seine from this famous monument. Every October the fete is Nuit Blanche. While it was "in your face" dramatic, I was constantly on the watch for pickpocketers and other nefarious types.
My 93 year old mother (Vivien speaking) once told me she could not find a fragrance from many years ago (that could be a lot of years!). The name was Chant d'arome from the House of Guerlain. So my mission was to find it. Of course it didn't hurt that it was located across from a eatery we had lunch at the last time we were in Paris.