The sixth is the center of our Parisian universe.  Though we take up just a tiny sliver of its 0.8 square mile (about 300 square feet to be exact), we have spent a large chunk of our dining hours within its boundaries, everywhere from hole-in-the-wall joints to nicer sit-down restaurants to the well-frequented Monoprix supermarket for a meal back at home.  There remain many known and unknown gems to be sampled but we have no doubt that we will get through most of them, or fail trying.  After all, we love eating as much as we love living where we live.
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Four Baguettes
La Boussole
12, rue Guisarde
M° Saint-Germain-des-Prés

Euro - 17 to 24
Having lived in this neighborhood since June and having passed by all of the charming restaurants on rue Guisarde a thousand times, it actually took the introduction of our friend Christophe for us to finally dine at one of them, a gem.  As it turned out, our friend was a regular and the staff greeted him with warm embraces and personal table side chats.

In the dark atmospheric cavern we started properly with apéritifs:  home-made sangrias (not on the menu) for the two of us and a fortified whisky on the rocks for Christophe.  For starters, Nez went with the salade d’aiguillettes de poulet aux épices indiennes, its thinly-sliced chicken smothered in a creamy sauce with a hint of the Spice Route that the restaurant claims to “stay the course” (whatever that means).  Riot had a tasty saumon cru à la mignonnette de coriandre where the subtlety of the crushed coriander and the pickled cucumber nicely complemented the fish.
  Echoing the tartare starters of home:  The saumon cru à la mignonnette de coriandre.

  A salad on the Spice Route:  The salade d’aiguillettes de poulet aux épices indiennes.
When it came to the main course, there was never a doubt that Riot would choose the duck dish:  magret de canard, au miel et aux épices douces.  The word “honey” initially brought to mind the great duck at Les Philosophes but this dish was en route on its own course.  Its mild spices evoked a taste of Japanese curry.  The simple mashed potato was divine.  Nez, already closed to being stuffed after a large nachos at happy hour, selected one of the house specialties:  tagine d’agneau aux fruits secs et à la fleur d’oranger.  She did not have the appetite to try much of it but Riot and Christophe did not shy from sharing the spoils among themselves.  Riot liked the tender lamb but would need some persuasion with the sun-dried fruits and the nuts.
  The ever-tasty duck prepared with different spices:  The magret de canard, au miel et aux épices douces.
Between these sumptuous courses and a great bottle of rosé sitting in a small clear plastic shopping bag doubling as an ice bath, we did not have any more room for dessert.  That was a shame because one item jumped off the menu and remained ingrained in Riot’s mind:  tagine de mangue, litchi, kiwi et son sorbet au lait de coco.  Riot was ready to declare it delicious sight unseen and taste untasted.  The boys did finish the night with flavored coffee and everyone flashed mutual winks looking at the amiable check; it was surely nice to have friends in the right place.  (The menu carte soir runs 21.80€ for just the entrée and plat.)  It was by then past midnight and the three of us followed a through-and-through French dining experience with a métro ride to see Michael Jackson vs. Prince (the music, not the artists) at a club in the 20th.
  A stew of sorts of tender lamb:  The tagine d’agneau aux fruits secs et à la fleur d’oranger.
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