Les Racines, rue Monsieur le Prince, 6th in Paris. A small, surprisingly mediocre and overpriced, in not downright bad, salad de chevre chaud, in a restaurant that does other things pretty well. Two rounds of fluffy cheese, barely-heated, begrudgingly plopped down on bread so flat and unremarkable it’s hard to believe it’s French, with boring lettuce, OK vinaigrette and tomatoes. Really a shame considering the place satisfies the American need for a slightly down-market, but homey diner setting (complete with aging regulars and waitresses who wear jeans they seem to have kept since the 70s), which is not always easy to find in Paris. Not a lot of options for vegetarians here, and since the salad is not worth bothering with, skip straight to dessert and coffee (both excellent; try the tarte aux mirabelles which looks and tastes as if someone’s loving granny made it). 3/10
