My Paris trip has come and gone and even the longest of nights went by too quickly. The seven days were filled savoring wonderful new restaurants (…and dancing, let’s be honest, I did a lot of dancing), but more restaurants remain on my To-Do list for the next visit:
Tucked away on a side street. Chalkboard menus. Clientele mainly local. Food is simply delicious.
L’as du Fallafel
In the Jewish area of town. Best Falafel I’ve ever had…I’m drooling just thinking about it. Very affordable.
Food is of Per Se or Corton quality, but without all the fuss. When we were there, the chef had a tasting menu for 50 euro which is unbelievable. Word on the street is that the chef wanted a restaurant that both his friends and foodies could afford.
For good wine paired with good food.
At the intimate Café Burq (6 Rue Burq; 33-1/42-52-81-27; dinner for two $64), co-owner Frédéric Péneau pours the singer a glass of champagne at the bar, which is lit with sherbet-colored Christophe Pillet–designed wall sconces. “When I’m writing or recording and I want a drink, I’ll come here—it’s just two steps from my house,” Keren Ann says, pausing to double-kiss a flow of fashionable acquaintances who squeeze past the bar on their way to dinner. “It’s a real neighborhood sort of place, but people come from all over town for their roasted Camembert,” she says. Her favorites on the menu: veal liver sautéed with figs, rump steak with shallots and soy sauce, and a crumble with seasonal berries for dessert.
*Many thanks to Jenn, Eric and Elizabeth for supplying the above suggestions, providing what are sure to be future gastronomical pleasures.
Oh, by the way: What is worth revisiting again? Easter night we discovered newly opened La Bascule in Montmartre, a casual cafe playing a perfect mix of music that encourages spontaneous dance parties at the bar. My favorite type of joint.
Let’s be honest: Lingerie is what I should start spending my travel budget on, not food. This Conde Nast Traveler article sums up just how highly the beautiful scraps of satin are–and have always been–regarded in the City of Light…
“It’s an image that was reprised by Toulouse-Lautrec when he portrayed working girls dancing the cancan in the altogether more raucous setting of the music halls of nineteenth-century Paris. Just allow men a fleeting peek under our skirts—it’s not new, it’s not complicated, but it still seems to work every time.”
…with a list of the best shops to visit when you’re there.
Accessorize: with the French jewelry line Agatha, whose collections range from high quality to really fun costume pieces.
Goutte (I picked up this one while shopping on the Champs-Élysées)