Le Comptoir du Relais-9, carrefour de l’Odéon

[sharonb]

I've had lunch there twice, and it was better a year ago than two months ago. Still, I would sell my soul for the carpaccio de tête de veau.

[hughw]

Do they automatically let you get a table for a weekday bistro evening dinner as a hotel guest, or do you still have to reserve in advance?

For what its worth, last October we ate a Regalade for the first time since Camborde left and found it was terrific.

[PhilD]

Do they automatically let you get a table for a weekday bistro evening dinner as a hotel guest, or do you still have to reserve in advance?

For what its worth, last October we ate a Regalade for the first time since Camborde left and found it was terrific.

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I believe you still need to reserve - but they hold tables for the hotel so if you are a guest it should be simple.

[julot-les-pinceaux]

I've had lunch there twice, and it was better a year ago than two months ago. Still, I would sell my soul for the carpaccio de tête de veau.

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Too bad it's already mortgaged !!!

[Le Peche]

ate there today for lunch. Had a very nice bowl braised beef cheeks with elbow noodles, pearl onions, carrots and mushrooms. And for dessert a plate with four cheeses, all not bad but I didn't really like the bread very much. Service waas good and I found the price pretty average. Total was 33euro for plat, dessert, glass of Bordeaux and a cafe.

[John Talbott]

Wednesday in l’Internaute Julie Gerbert announced that Yves Camdeborde is converting his next-door creperie to a tapas bar for folks waiting to be seated.

[PhilD]

Wednesday in l’Internaute Julie Gerbert announced that Yves Camdeborde is converting his next-door creperie to a tapas bar for folks waiting to be seated.

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That is a great idea, especially if you can grab some of his great charcuterie - a small starter for a hungry man:

I have very fond memories of turning up for a weekday lunch with a friend from England, as we waited on the pavement Yves appeared with two glasses and a bottle of wine to help us survive the ten minute wait. Needless to say we had an excellent and very long lunch.

[fresh_a]

The rumour about the bar next door has been going on for months now.... Yves himself told me a few weeks ago that it's going to be at least a few more months before that is completed.....

[Vine]

This restaurant has got a number of favourable reviews in the reading I have done. Has anyone gone recently and can comment? We are staying for 2 nights in Paris at Hotel Royal Sainte Honore - 2 minutes from the Louve and Pont Royal. Any other good bistro suggestions in the area (that are open Saturday and Sunday nights - seems many reatuarants are closed these nights). Thank you for your help.

[cigalechanta]

Friends and I had dinner there last Friday. It was wonderful and the service very good but two in our party were staying there, so I'm sure we were made to feel special.

[George Baugh]

I assume you realise that the Comptoir is on the Left Bank and your hotel is on the Right Bank.

That said I can recommend Goumard, 9 rue Duphot, in the 1st, especially for seafood. They are open seven days a week, till midnight and are located close to your hotel.

We ate there twice in February and had very good sole meunière, quasi de veau, lobster macaroni and seafood platter.

[PhilD]

I assume you realise that the Comptoir is on the Left Bank and your hotel is on the Right Bank.

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However, it is still only a short walk past some good sights and interesting streets to Le Comptoir de Relais. We ate lunch there just before Christmas and it was as good as we remembered, we bracketed our meal there with some other top spots like Spring and Le Cinq and I felt it held up well (obviously different style and price point but still good in its category). I especially enjoy their charcuterie plates - although I suspect they are designed for two!

Do remember that the restaurant has two formats. Monday to Friday dinner is a formal bistro setting with a set meal, linen on the table and only half the covers of the lunch and weekend dinner Brasserie format. This is more casual. Dishes from the bistro format do cross to the brasserie format but it is a different menu. For The bistro format you need to stay at the hotel or book a few months in advance (or ring on the day), the brasserie format is first come first served

[fresh_a]

Had lunch a couple weeks ago. It's ok- big menu, but a little too touristy now, and too hustle bustle for my tastes.. so many more places now since they've opened...

[Ptipois]

Had lunch a couple weeks ago. It's ok- big menu, but a little too touristy now, and too hustle bustle for my tastes.. so many more places now since they've opened...

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Agreed. And more reliable places too.

[PhilD]

Had lunch a couple weeks ago. It's ok- big menu, but a little too touristy now, and too hustle bustle for my tastes.. so many more places now since they've opened...

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But not dinner - it is a different proposition.

[fresh_a]

I know dinner there too. I've grown bored of it. There are too many other places now.

[Food Snob]

Hi,

A little late now, but here is my write up of my meal here last January...

Please click HERE for full commentary with photography: HERE

There is some contention as to when and by whom the renaissance of France’s bistros was begun. It can be argued that Michel Rostang was that who and the late eighties was that when; in 1987, this chef opened Bistrot d’à Côté Flaubert next door to his main restaurant. He was very quickly followed by Guy Savoy and then a little slower by Jacques Cagna, Gérard Boyer, Marc Meneau and others. Rostang went on to start two more bouchons Lyonnais in addition to other less formal eateries, as did Savoy.

There is, bien sûr, another side to this centime. In the early nineties, Gault Millau bestowed the ‘Bistro Moderne’ title on the movement that saw classically trained chefs from the country’s grandes tables abandoning their roots and launching their own traditional bistros. This transition was the result of the serious recession of the early nineties. Haute cuisine’s halcyonic heydays of the eighties had restaurants running over with willing young chefs ready to set off on their own; the economic downtown meant they had nowhere to go. Banks were unenthusiastic/unable to lend them the finance for expensive, fine dining restaurants, therefore those too impatient or too ambitious to wait for the fiscal tide to turn decided to scale back their schemes and settle for less costly bistros. These chefs differed from those like Rostang and Savoy in that they focused solely on these businesses rather than operating them in conjunction with more formal ventures.

Camdeborde was one of the impatient/ambitious ones. Although from a food-orientated family – his père, Jean, had a charcuterie in Pau whilst his grandmère, Marthe, owned a restaurant in nearby Navarrenx – this native of le Béarn was more interested in becoming a professional rugby player rather than a professional cook. It was his father that urged him to go to Paris and get some work experience there before deciding his future – ‘stay a year and then you can come home’, he told his young son. At seventeen, he thus found himself working at the Hôtel Ritz under Guy Legay (2*) and his sous, Christian Constant, in the French capital. Of the former he says, ‘[he] gave me my professional education; I discovered my profession through him. I wasn’t born into it, I didn’t choose this…but it was my encounter with [him] that made me passionate about it. He was my master.’ Having found his calling at the Ritz, he then found Claudine, his future wife, who was at another restaurant, Capucine, close by. Like their peers, they dreamed of their own place, so whilst Yves worked his way through Maxim’s, la Marée and la Tour d’Argent before reuniting with Constant at the Hôtel de Crillon, Claudine studied business.

In 1992, at twenty-eight and having just been awarded the Delice d'Or from Maîtres Cuisiniers de France, Camdeborde abandoned the space race for Michelin stars. In line with his limited means, he bought a small café in the 14e and opened it as a bistro, la Régalade. A recipe of classic training, simple cooking, casual service and gracious spirit made this an instant success. It also became an inspiration to today’s generation of chefs bistronomiques including Stéphane Jégo (Chez l’Ami Jean), Benoît Bordier, Thierry Breton, Thierry Faucher and even his mentor, Christian Constant.

By 2004, after twelve years at la Régalade, the man Constant describes as ‘like a battery’, had become exhausted and surprised everyone by selling his restaurant; ‘I wanted to move on before I got lazy. I needed to discover new things.’ It turned out that by ‘new things’, he meant the small, seventeenth-century Hôtel du Relais Saint-Germain, just off the touristy Carrefour de l'Odéon, which he took over the following year. This twenty-two room, four-star hotel became the focus of his and his wife’s efforts. Once they were happy with it, Camdeborde was allowed to return to the kitchen, launching the adjacent ‘le Comptoir du Relais’. The couple’s mission here was to ‘appeal to all sorts of people; it’s magic when, in the same evening, in the same room, you’ve got Belmondo, Zidane, France Telecom employees, my rugby mates, upper-class americans, parisians – this creates true atmosphere. The client creates the atmosphere and the client needs to be relaxed. At the end of the day, it’s that simple. We wanted to perpetuate a French tradition of conviviality, but with a new, younger generation.’ The chef’s reputation has helped ensure that the dining room has been notoriously full since.

A bright red, sleek façade is almost entirely shaded by a vast, black, canvas canopy, upon which le comptoir is inscribed in white. Before the tall windows, outlined with ebony and looking into the brighter, yellow interior, sits a line of little linen-covered cane tables for two, each with a wrapped scarlet/coral/peach blanket; an ardoise hangs on one side showing off the daily prix fixe menu. Inside, tables are tight together with a granite-countered bar on the right afore a large mirror, in front of which shelves, well stocked with colourful bottles and glasses, stand. On the opposite wall, amongst old adverts, a similar mirror is scrolled with the lunch carte. The art nouveau room has a yellow-blue mosaic-tiled floor.

Dinner here tonight was an impromptu decision, so I had no booking. Turning up at half-past-eight, the dining room was full, but the terrace almost empty. It was a cold evening, but the blankets and huge heaters outside made it more than bearable and the view was a decent one too. During the day, the restaurant is an informal brasserie, but in the evenings, it is a gastro-bistro offering the same five-course menu to everyone. Each table has its own printed postcard detailing the dishes as well as the day’s patron saint – today it is that of Saint Tatiana, a Christian martyr from third century Rome, blind, beaten and then beheaded (sorry, could not think of a witty way of relating this back to me…).

Le Pain: Pain de campagne. An entire, large loaf of crusty sourdough was brought out on a wooden board; the bread had been pre-sliced, but arranged to appear intact. Provided by Poujauran, it had a soft, fairly open crumb and slightly sour finish. Butter was not forthcoming. When asked for, two slivers of unsalted, fridge-cold beurre d’Isigny were delivered.

Entrée 1: Oeuf plat truffes noires du Gard. A sizzling hot, double-handed, cast iron roasting pan was served filled with several fried eggs, liberally overlaid with large slices of black truffle, coarsely-cut croutons and visible sprinkling of salty crystals. The familiar odour of the oeufs was at once noticed, unlike that of the truffles, which was noticeable only by its nonexistence. With creamy yolks and crisply-edged, wobbly whites, the eggs were well-cooked as well as well-seasoned, but the croutons on top lacked essential crunch. This was simple and pleasing as it was, but essentially it was a plate of fried eggs (that happened to carry a €15 supplement).

Entrée 2: Moelleux de homard Canadien et pomme de terre ratte. Next to arrive was a bowl bearing an oven-baked, gold tinged surface, which when ruptured, revealed Ratte potato mousse, intermingled with morsels of Canadian lobster and interspersed with chives. Another agreeable aroma arose from this creamy mixture. The quality pomme, which also happens to be the suspected pomme of choice for Robuchon’s renowned purée, had nice flavour and surprisingly light consistency. This superior tatter was teamed however with inferior Canadian lobster that was sparse in supply and somewhat chewy.

Plat Principal: Tourte de gibier a poil, cerises aigre doux. A pleasingly-sized game pie, densely packed with venison and hare and encased within thin pastry, was partnered with verjus-soaked cherries and quenelle of celery purée. The tourte was excellent – gamey, tasty, deep filling with crisp, light crust – whilst the delicate and clean celery on the side was an agreeable addition. The spicy cherries, unpitted and gritty, were just unpleasant; their verjus essence (acidic liquor from unripe grapes) was much too strong for the dish. Another letdown was the jus that came gently drizzled over all the elements. Although this was pleasingly strong, it was indistinct and had clearly started to form a skin.

Les Fromages: Fromages affinés par la maison Boursault. A big, shiny metallic cheeseboard, designed by Camdeborde’s friend Renaud Vassas, came burnished with ten sorts of fromage – St Marcellin, Echourgnac, Tomme de Savoie, double Crottin, Boulette d’Avesnes, Manchego, Chabichou, Camembert, Selles-sur-Cher and la caillé de brebis – in addition to jars of honey, gelée de piments, black cherry jam and a separate plate of pâte de coings. This generous, bottomless, help-yourself-to selection, supplied by Paris affineur Jacques Boursault, offered specimens from all over France and of both goats’ and sheeps’ milk. Interesting choices were a spicy, smoky paprika-wrapped Boulette from the Belgian border; a subtle Chabichou, the goat’s cheese that put Poitou on the map; earthy, grassy Tomme; and woody, nutty Echourgnac. The caillé, clotted cream from ewe’s milk, was watery, whilst my favourite was actually, the non-French Manchego from central Spain. This was slightly sweet, slightly tangy and formed a classic yet terrific couple with the delicious, grainy quince jelly (membrillo). The Basque pepper gelée was also a curious and pleasant discovery.

Dessert 1: Ananas Victoria en: Carpaccio, sorbet, rôti et cappucino. Pineapple four-ways was presented in two thin tranches of ananas cross-section sandwiching its sorbet and roasted almonds; a roasted fruit slice; and a small cup of pineapple juice, shot through with rum, topped with milky foam and dusted with chocolate powder. The Victoria breed – intensely sapid, sweet, but hardly acidic – is arguably the best. Cold carpaccio was simple and toothsome, although the sorbet within it had, on arrival, already almost completely melted away. The ananas rôti, moist, hot and crunchy, was good while the cappuccino, reminiscent of pina colada, was decent though unmemorable.

Petit Fours: Caramel au fruit de la passion. A passion fruit caramel, with plenty of fruity-tartness, was gratefully neither too sticky nor chewy.

Service was adequate. There was just one serveur to be shared between all those on the terrace with only another two within, making getting anyone’s attention at times trying. Stephen who looked after me was friendly, interested and helpful when I was able to gain his notice; he also spoke excellent English having lived in London himself a little while. However, I did not appreciate that I was made to feel a little rushed with the all-you-can-eat cheeseboard. Yves Camdeborde, having greeted guests and wished them bon appetit before dinner, came out into the dining room and onto the terrace towards the evening’s end. He spoke with most of the diners and indeed seemed well-acquainted with many.

I must say that I was not impressed with the food. I do like my bread, so a whole loaf to myself was a fine start to the meal. However it was ruined by a first course that verged on absurd with utterly useless truffles making it, effectively, the most expensive plate of eggs I have ever had; consummately cooked eggs they were though. The moelleux de homard was, to a degree, a decent straightforward dish, but slapdash plating (notice the smears left along the edge) and mediocre products made this forgettable. The game pie was far and away the best item of the night and was actually very good in its own right, but again, as a dish, it was spoilt by disagreeable (and out-of-season) cherries and stale sauce. As a complete course, the cheeseboard was the most satisfactory and, as none of it was the fruit of the kitchen, this says much in itself. The dessert too was unremarkable.

The general theme was one of simple yet luxury ‘comfort food’. Fried eggs smothered with truffle, moelleux made with lobster and a pie stuffed with noble venison and hare certainly live up to this billing. A good idea though was foiled by execution and raw materials that were found wanting. The play on different textures of pineapple and the tourte hinted at an haute education, but there was none of the innovation or creativity that Camdeborde has been credited with. There was instead a basic sloppiness that was rather off-putting. As mentioned, the poor truffles; dirty presentation; dishes probably waiting at the pass (the jus’ film) and sorbet served on a hot plate, were all evidence of this. Any good ingredients, such as the game, Ratte potato and Victoria pineapple, also appeared to be cancelled out by second-rate ones like the Canadian lobster, again impotent tubers and those cherries.

I have read and heard from others that Camdeborde’s cooking is not what it used to be. Actually, the consensus seems to be that he has never been able to reach the heights he did whilst at la Régalade. I, never having tried his cuisine there or before at all, cannot comment on such. What I can state though is that the sense I got was one of a chef who has stopped trying. There was none of the attention to detail or finesse that I would expect from someone trying to impress. Cynically, what with Camdeborde’s other business ventures and a name that ensures that his restaurant is full regardless of what he serves, maybe he has deemed his efforts surplus. As an aside, when he stepped out to check on customers after service, I did notice how impeccably clean his whites still were as he spoke to the elder couple besides me.

Something else absent was the legendary generosity that the chef helped establish himself with. At la Régalade, patrons were plied with complimentary pâtés, terrines, sausages and hams made by his brother, Philippe (a custom that continues there today). At le Comptoir, such munificence was missing; even with the ‘limitless’ cheeses, I felt my time limited and though I did see vegetable crisps waiting on tables inside and observe other guests outside given nibbles and wine prior to their starters, I personally received nothing. In their defence, these canapés consisted of jambon and pâté en croûte, obviously both containing pork which I did tell the house I did not eat. Whether I did not receive these because of my ham abstinence, I do not know, but no replacement was forthcoming. Possibly the biggest and worst indication of the lack of liberality was the fact that I was charged a supplement for the butter – yes, a supplement for butter, in France.

I have repeatedly singled out the cherries I was served, this is because they sum up what I felt about the restaurant quite well. In an interview whilst he was still at la Régalade, Camdeborde confessed, ‘we must say no to cherries from Peru at Christmas. By serving foods only in season we make people appreciate them. That’s why our menu changes every day; the customer is always happy and appreciates a dish even more when it reappears.’ After opening his new restaurant, in another interview, when asked about the importance of seasonality, he said, ‘it’s primordial. For us chefs it’s pure joy, if you prepare carrots every day, after two months you’ve had enough. It’s a joy to stop one product and start another, even more so for the client. That you can find cherrries at Christmas is fine, why not? But I think it’s important that restaurants reflect the seasons.’

For the record, the date of my dinner at le Comptoir was 12th January.

[TarteTatin]

Wow. A really good review!

We've eaten there a lot, only two times for dinner. The last in March, '09, a month ago....

I'm glad you articulated a lot of what I felt!

We brought a French friend, and I don't think she was that impressed. It seemed mostly tourists, a lot of English speaking people. You're right, I think he's become lazy.

Thank you for your review, we really think you were spot on.

[Food Snob]

Thanks for reading it, TarteTatin.

I really cannot say what he has become, not knowing what he was...but reading the latest commentary here and elsewhere, it seems that, at the very least, lunch is better than dinner.

Overall, however, it was disappointing.

[John Talbott]

... it seems that, at the very least, lunch is better than dinner.

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I disagree. My one dinner shortly after it opened was great, my first lunch about the same time was also impressive, but on taking my gang here a while later for lunch, none of us were happy and I have not been back. The word on the street and in the pubs has always been that dinner was "the" meal and lunch just "modern brasserie" fare. We'll see how his new snacking/cocktail area next door fares once it opens, I believe, in the Fall.

[Food Snob]

Hmm. I know lunch and dinner are very different in terms of popularity and menu, but since my dinner, four/five (what I would consider reliable) people have told me they have enjoyed very good/great lunches there...

Edited May 6, 2009 by Food Snob (log)

[PhilD]

Hmm. I know lunch and dinner are very different in terms of popularity and menu, but since my dinner, four/five (what I would consider reliable) people have told me they have enjoyed very good/great lunches there...

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I had a really good lunch there just before Christmas. It was mainly charcuterie and wine but that what I enjoy and it was done well. I tend to think of the lunch service as quite good value relative to the quality of food. OK I have had better, but equally I have had many far worse experiences at the same price point.

I have also eaten dinner there many times and generally enjoyed it. Sometimes it was perfect, other times a little patchy and once pretty poor.

FoodSnobs review hasn't surprised me, and it is a little disappointing because it has been an old favourite of mine. When I used to eat dinner there on a regular basis it was very good value, even allowing for the variability ion the food. But as the price has risen over time; especially with the £/€ exchange rate, it probably is no longer worth the risk.

[HOLLY_L]

I know the reviews for dinner are somewhat mixed, but I have procured a reservation for Friday, October 9. It is for 2 people, not sure how much leeway I have to add more, but maybe one or two (I am a guest at the hotel, that's how I have the reservation). Anyone (or maybe two or three) people want to join me? If so, PM me, and I will take the first responder (or additional, if it ends up I can add guests).

[fresh_a]

The Comptoir has been passed by I think, by many other , better establishments. It's been very touristy for awhile now. Wouldn't step foot there.

[HOLLY_L]

Hey all,

My eGullet dining companion unfortunately had to cancel for dinner at Le Comptoir tomorrow night. If anyone would like to step in, please pm me. My reservation is for 2, not sure if I could add any extra at this late date, but I can always ask.