Perhaps you don’t go out to dinner in Paris to eat pasta, but Parisians certainly do, and so does the young couple behind Hidden Kitchen, another GG2P fave. Where do they go when the craving strikes? Olio Pane Vino.
The original La Régalade became well known under the ownership of Yves Camdeborde, whose career was one of many ships launched by Christian Constant. Instead of continuing in the galleys of haute cuisine, Camdeborde took his formidable talent to the next-to-last stop on metro line 4 and opened a bistro serving seasonally minded, generous food at gentle prices. He sold it to chef Bruno Doucet in 2004, but La Régalade has never stopped drawing praise, and foodies have never stopped making the pilgrimage to this early bastion of bistronomy.
Mention Les Fines Gueules to someone who has been there, and the word “tartare” will come up almost immediately. So might the zinc bar and the pretty corner location in the 1st Arrondissement. But this is not an old-fashioned Paris bistro.
Like most locals in any great city, I have an entire list of things in Paris that I’d love to see or do that I’ve just never gotten around to seeing or doing. The Garnier opera house, for example. I love Chagall, who painted a famous fresco on the ceiling, and I’m in the area regularly, so I should have visited decades ago. But I haven’t. Another temptation has been La Comédie Française, one of the best venues for theatre in Paris.
“Oh, it’s fancy,” I said to my friends as we entered Bistro Volnay. Suits populated the cushioned seats, elbows rested on white linens, the clinking of heavy silver was muffled by thick carpeting. A gorgeous art deco bar lined one wall, and a waitress was skillfully plating a beautiful dish of buttery sole.
Bistronomie is a word that was coined to describe the early-aughts trend that found chefs who had worked years in high-end, starred restaurants opening casual, reasonably priced bistros. The term certainly applies here—chef Cyril Aveline was sous chef at the Bristol—but Les Bistronomes would be a fine Paris bistro by any name.
If you can’t get into La Tête dans Les Olives, the tiny olive oil shop that serves occasional meals to one lucky table of five, consider having lunch at the Paris restaurant Simone & Nicola, an Italian épicerie à manger not far from the Bastille.
The idea is similar. Nicola Caldone, an importer of Italian specialty foods […]
Could it be? An honest bistro in the heart of the Marais? One that’s . . . open on Sundays?
If all of this seems to good to be true, rest assured that is actually exists at Café des Musées. The corner location, with its wood paneling and windows opening onto the sidewalk, is quintessentially Parisian. A favorite of locals and visitors alike, it’s perfect for those who are not looking for something revolutionary, just good food at good prices. Though in this part of town that might be revolutionary in itself.
There is nothing small about Le Mini Palais, the newly reopened restaurant at the Grand Palais. The vast, high-ceilinged room feels like an artist’s studio or perhaps a storage wing in a very chic museum, with shelves of busts and urns on one wall, canvases hanging on another and […]
I don’t know about you, but I find it reassuring that a place like Le Rubis still exists in Paris, particularly in a high-rent part of town, where one of the hottest places to “eat” is something called a water bar. Le Rubis is a 1930s-era bar à vin that seems to have changed little since then.
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