Our taxi driver in Paris recommended this very old place (38 Rue Montorgueil, 1-42-36-83-51) for their escargot. They had a lot of interesting variations on the menu, like that foie gras version above, as well as even a gaudy 24 karat gold-leaf version.
We passed on the latter, while the former merely tasted like a bit of foie gras was added to the usual butter recipe. It was fine, but nothing that I wanted more of. I didn't like the other stuff that we got either, in particular the steak tartare, as our waiter put way too much mustard and bits of gerkin in there.
This place was filled with tourists too. In that sense, it reminds me a lot of Peter Luger in New York: an old school place with some history but more of a tourist spot now, with food that isn't anything that I'd want to go back for.
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