The idea of sitting outside for lunch on a cold Paris day wasn't exactly appealing. It helped that we were inside a covered market, but not a whole lot (read more on the market, here.) Luckily, Lebotti, the market's Italian traiteur, grouped a bunch of tables near some heat lamps and cocooned them in plastic. It was a tight arrangement - hip to hip and elbow to elbow but everyone seemed to be happy to be warm. Pingles ordered the lasagna and it wasn't bad at all. It was light on the sauce and heavier on the meat - my personal preference.
The four-cheese pasta wasn't quite as satisfying, but not for lack of quality - it's just a simple dish. It had the requisite cheesiness that my lactose-intolerant stomach loves to hate.
The desserts were not up to par, however. My raspberry panna cotta was overly sweet.