It was Saturday nite and M was in India, my daughter was in Mexico and my son-in-law Cedric was absorbing the loss of his beloved, force of nature, Tante Yvette, so dinner on me at the bistro his choice, Le Petit Marché.
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It was bad night to be a duck as diners to our right and left tucked into a magret du canard and as they departed a new diner also ordered the canard to be followed by Cedric.
We started the meal with an excellent bottle of Vacqueyras and I ordered the plat du jour, a super tender pavé de rumsteak, served with haricots vert and puréed potatoes.
The bottle was empty so we ordered a glass each to accompany the Comté that had been aged for 36 months.
The place was packed reflecting the good food at reasonable prices; a small but well-curated wine list and the air of conviviality.
9 rue de Béarn
Paris 75003
01 42 72 06 67
M: Bastille, Chemin Vert