Two Fat Cats finish Paris in sytle (Part 1)

Getting ready to say goodbye to Paris (for the first time) and we were trying to decide where to go for our last dinner out. We had seen a seafood place that we thought might be good and walked in after our Eiffel Tower tour. Immediately I thought "uh-oh, this place is too impressed with itself". We sat, looked at the menu and came to the conclusion that dinner was going to cost us somewhere along the lines of 200 euro. Brian says "nothing we can do about it now"- I say "wanna bet?" and we got up, excused ourselves to the hostess and walked out. She looked, um, well, surprised- but I'm sure she got over it.
We were two blocks from the place we had eaten the first night we arrived in Paris. So we headed there. Perfect move.
We got a table and within 20 minutes, the place was packed- we had hit it just right. Nobody spoke English- a locals place. There was a piano player, a violin player and an opera singer (yeah, go figure). Mussels for an appetizer. PERFECT. Steak au Poivre for Brian and Seafood spaghetti for me. The Opera singer sang things I recognized but couldn't name. The violin player played selections from Vivaldi, Beethoven, and classics from Broadway like Le Mis and Cats. We split a bottle of wine (well it was mostly me but don't tell anyone). The food was great. The owner came over and talked to me in French until he realized I didn't understand a damned word he was saying and then switched to English. Remy and his friends swayed to the music on the wall across the street. GREAT end to a less than perfect day- and we got out of there under 100 euros.

 

Remy's place

 

 

The owner is on the left, with the white hair, he checks every plate that comes out

 

 

The mussels were sublime

 

Perfect