A new spot popped up in our neighborhood, and we watched and waited anxiously as it was constructed. There was a giant sign saying « Brasserie, coming soon ». I was scared it would be one of those chain brasserie restaurants like Hippopotamus. (I’ll have to tell you about my one and only Hippopotamus experience some day). Thankfully, it turned out to be a chic Parisian restaurant with an amaaaaaazing terrace to boot! The trio that owns ad runs Café Dad is a team of two brothers and a friend of theirs. They are experienced Parisian restaurant owners who have previously owned an establishment over in the center of town (the 6th), Le Nesle. But they scoped out this new spot well before the building was even built! They knew it was going to be an incredible space for a popular Parisian café terrace. And believe me people, this terrace is full on every sunny day (of which we have had a lot so far this Spring). Read more →
There is a small, hidden cobblestone passage way in the 17th, with a charming little bistrot that I went to years ago with people from work at my former occupation. I never kept the card with the name and address and thus could not for the life of me find this charming place back again, when Chéri and I moved into the neighborhood. But one day, as we were strolling in the quarter, we happened upon it, and 7 years after my initial meal there, I finally found back this delightful address.
Le Bistrot du Passage, is tucked away on an almost secret passage in this people’s-class-turning-boho-chic area between the Batignolles and the Plaine Monceau areas. The passage is peppered with artist studios and cute restaurants and still retains an authentic air since it has yet to be over-run with the tourism industries best efforts. I hope it stays that way. Read more →
Two addresses exist for this Paris bistrot. Number 6 and number 18 rue Paul Bert in the 11th arrondissement. I was running late the day I was to meet my friend there for lunch. And it was raining. (It always seems to be raining in Paris when I am running late, le retard des parisiens!!). As I hurried up the street, I stopped in the first address, number 6, thinking that I had finally arrived after a few bus correspondences, and a lot of walking. It’s a small and lively space at number 6 rue Paul Bert. No friend in site. The bar man indicated that there was a second establishment just up the road. Off I went, frustrated at myself for not calculating enough time to arrive at the agreed upon hour. Thank goodness for understanding friends who are happy not only to wait for you but to order for you, and know you well enough to do so!
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We had to head over to the 20th arrondissement this Sunday afternoon to pick up something we found on the Bon Coin website for bébé chéri who is arriving in just two months. And instead of making the trek over there just for this one transaction, we thought we would make a day of it. I was in a mood for brunch!
On our list of places to grab a fun brunch was the über trendy, very popular Mama Shelter, but when we dipped in to have a look at the restaurant, it looked dark, crowded, noisy and not the relaxing brunch/lunch we had imagined. Plus everyone seemed to be seated on tall stools, and my poor back can’t take that these days. So I promised myself we would head back there to take advantage of the terrace when the warmer months came back around if the opportunity provided itself. Read more →
Coretta is le restaurant Paris that will forever mark an amazing change in my life, the reintroduction of dairy into my diet. For about ten years now I have nixed dairy from my intake, and at all the restaurants I visit, I must always inquire about the lactose contents of the menu and carefully select accordingly which often limits my choices to a sad one or two dishes. Often, the kitchen has to make special dishes for me, if they are in the mood. But recently, I have daringly tested out my dairy intolerance, because, they say that every ten years or so your body chemistry changes. It all started with a Pierre Hermé salted caramel cream macaron that DIDN’T make me feel sick (it was pure heaven eating that for the first time). And…I was astonished. I made a few more attempts at Pierre Hermé macarons, and a couple bites of friends’ desserts to test the theory. It seemed to have some truth to it. Coretta restaurant was the first restaurant where I dared to have a whole dish that contained a little bit of cream in the sauce… A revelation of flavor came over me and I remembered what amazing food can taste like! Butter and cream and cheese really do make a difference.
In my (unadmitted) quest to discover all the fun restaurants in the Batignolles quarter, I was able to suggest Le Club des 5 when planning a dinner out with Chéri and our artist friend Barbara. I had walked by it many times and it has such a fun delightful interieur that seems to dram me in, that I couldn’t wait any longer, so I insisted.
I wasn’t disappointed!
I do chose restaurants based upon décor and ambiance first, and food second. I feel that just as food presentation is important, so are your surroundings and the decorum in which you eat. I can’t eat in a messy room, for example. Read more →
Le Clan Des Jules
We found this fantastic little place on rue Brochant in the 17th. It has everything you would want on a cold dreary winter evening when you go out for dinner : warm colored décor, interesting and appetizing menu, friendly service, good wine, and a fun theme to the whole thing!
So the theme is a sort of tongue-in-cheek way of saying it’s a mob owned restaurant. It isn’t, that’s just the theme. From the vintage items strategically placed around the restaurant, to the 1920’s mobster machine gun racked up on the wall, to the bullet casings lined up on one of the shleves; even one of the menu items played into the theme : on the dessert menu the last choice was « Rien, le parrain m’attend 0€ » (Nothing, the godfather is waiting for me 0€).
We were set in a cozy corner, and although when we got there were only the second table to fill, in about 30 minutes there was not a single table empty… (all French people, no tourists) and it was a week night! Thank goodness we reserved. I highly suggested doing the same if you want to head there for a meal.
After seeing the amazing David Hallberg dance the Sleeping Beauty prince… Chéri brought me to the Kong for dinner. We thought we would make a fabulous night of it and eat at what I assumed would be a swanky and chic address with amazing fusion food. (I had been to the bar for drinks this summer and had some grand illusions about dining out there).
So the swanky part was not to be denied. The place is prime Parisian real-estate. But the sparkle of all that was so tarnished by the down sides that it didn’t seem as fabulous as one would expect from an establishment that boasts presence in a Sex and the City episode. Read more →
So Summer seemed to end rather abruptly here in Paris, land of the grey skies. Buf before it did Chéri and I got in a fantastically fabulous brunch at a très chic address : 142 avenue des Champs Elysées. La Maison du Danemark, reknowned for their high quality fish and seafood serves up raw fish delicacies and lots and lots of salmon.
I thought it would be fun to sort of « bond » with my ancestral roots, and have a Danish treat (no not a fancy pastry), a real deal Dane’s dish of delicious! (Was that too much alliteration???)
One of the places Chéri and I have discovered in our new neighborhood is this fabulous little Turkish restaurant in the heart of one of Paris predominantly Jewish quarters. And as I have heard, the story goes a little like this : Several kosher restaurant prospectors had tried to convince the owners of Seç to sell them the business, with plans to open a kosher cuisine joint there. But the owners stood their ground and now those prospectors are loyal and happy patrons of the place. It’s just that delicious! And popular. Read more →