Evan R.
Yelp
After a long walk, we couldn't get into Le Comptoir, so we figured we would try Les Editeurs across the street.
Our waiter looked like Malcolm Gladwell. He moved all kinds of tables around outside so that our party of 3 had room, but didn't violate the "every table outside must face the street" law that France follows religiously.
I started with the roasted eggplant, tomato and mozzarella millefeuille. It was kind of a cool concept and tasted very good. My cousin got the crispy bread with goat cheese puree and we ended up taking turns licking the plate (note to self: do not see Contagion).
For dinner, I got the sea bass, which was cooked with the skin on. Our waiter came over to check on us, and suddenly gasped. He literally was astonished because he didn't think I was cutting my fish in the most efficient way possible. He then grabbed a knife and fork and de-skinned and de-boned my fish on my plate as we sat there hysterically laughing.
Later in the night, we asked him to take a picture of us. We figured we would hand him the camera and he would say what everyone always does - "do I just press here?" Instead, he started messing around with the menu while laughing about how bad our F-stop settings were for this lighting. I think this guy may have actually been Malcolm Gladwell.
For dessert, we had the brioche French Toast with caramel ice cream, which, while simple, was definitely in the top 3 things I ate in Paris.
It was beautiful weather, and while we ate, several street musicians played quietly. Between the hilarious waiter, great food and atmosphere, this felt like a quintessential French night.