I am, in fact, still writing my travel diaries, but adding pictures on this laptop is an absolute pain in the neck, and they still come out sideways half the time, so I probably won’t post any more of those updates until I’m in Australia again. (And have dealt with the 16 ungrouped independents on the Senate ballot, aargh.)
But since tonight is my last night in Paris, I thought it was timely to write a post about the best meals I’ve had here, and also about the best patisserie I’ve had here. I will add photographs at a later date, but good food information is always urgent, and now you will know why I will be radio silent until after the election, probably.
Edited on October 14 – I have finally added the photos! Sorry this took so long.
Excellent Meals In Paris
I have to admit, I have found some terrible meals in Paris. I had quite the run of bad luck last week, culminating in Café Panorama in Montmartre, which managed the brilliant combination of really poor service and really terrible food (I didn’t know you could make steak that tough and dry), with the waiter then getting terribly offended that I didn’t stay for dessert, even though I’d paid for it.
But I have also had some amazing meals.
Le Gorgeon (42 Avenue Victor Hugo, 92100, just near the Bois de Boulogne, and on the Metro, so not really outside Paris) is a restaurant owned, I believe, by the father of Josephine. I can see where she gets her subtle sense of flavour from. I decided to go the full three courses here – artichokes vinaigrette, followed by duckling ‘avec deux pommes’, and a rhubarb and strawberry brulée.
It was all delicious – the artichokes were really wonderful, the vinegar present, but subtle, and not overwhelming the flavour, and the flakes of parmesan a nice complementary touch. I think this is the best sense I’ve had of what artichoke really tastes like. The duckling was tender and juicy and gorgeous, with roasted potatoes and apples, which cut the richness nicely – I’ve found that a lot of food one gets in cafes here is very rich, and I’m sure this was just as full of butter and cream as everything else, but I didn’t feel as though I had just eaten a dairy. The rhubarb and strawberry brulée was nicely sharp and rounded the meal out well, but I have to say, I think Josephine makes better desserts (not surprising – they are her specialty!).
It wasn’t wildly expensive, either, though not precisely cheap. I think I spent about 45 Euros for a three course meal, which I thought was good value for the quality.
I found Les Fous de l’Ile (33 Rue des Deux Ponts, 75004, Ile Saint Louis) on my first night in Paris, when I was feeling pretty dodgy, and I had their vegetarian platter. It was really lovely, and exactly what I needed. It’s apparently subject to seasonal change, and in this case, it was a pea puree, finely diced beetroot, carrots, and perhaps tomatoes, with more peas, grilled endives, which were amazing – I’ve always found them too bitter before, but these were lovely – and little fried potatoes which make everything better. Just a perfect little meal, and nicely filling. I had Berthillon ice cream for dessert which was good too, but not as good as the vegetable platter. I believe this set me back 25 Euros or so, so quite good value.
L’Assiette aux Fromages (25 Rue Mouffetard, 75005, right in the middle of the Latin Quarter). This specialises in dishes from the Savoie region, especially ones that are all about the cheesy cheesy goodness. While the menu contains many lovely things, the centrepiece really is the fondue (they have the cheese, chocolate, and hot oil varieties) and the raclette. For those who do not know, raclette is basically big thick slices of really amazing cheese, and you get a little tiny grill for your table, with little shovelly things that you put the cheese slices on to melt them. And when they are melted, you pour the cheese all over boiled potatoes. That’s it. Traditionally, one also serves things like pickles and ham with this, but really, it’s about the cheesy cheesy melty happy potato goodness. They gave me a salad, too, which helped.
The serving was enormous – I ate more than I should have and there was still plenty left. Probably would be better split between two people (then you could have an entree, too!).
And then there was dessert, for which I chose the Calvados flambee tart. This is basically a really nice French-style apple tart, over which the waiter pours an inordinate amount of Calvados before setting the whole thing on fire. It tasted amazing. It was also unbelievably alcoholic – Calvados is not a mild drink. I felt it go straight to my head, via my flushed cheeks, and I was literally giggling while I ate it, because basically I’m a complete lightweight. The waiter clearly thought I was a bit of a loon, and I was demoted from Madame to Mademoiselle, which should tell you all you need to know.
For 27 Euros, I was pretty happy with this. Yes, the main meal is basically potatoes and cheese, and you have to cook the cheese yourself, but that’s most of the fun. And that flambee tart was *amazing*.
Le Quartier Rouge (52 Rue de Bagnolet, 75020 Paris) was a cafe I found by accident after getting totally lost in the Pere Lachaise cemetery. It smelled great, so I went in. They had some really nice prix fixe menus, but I was desperate for salad, so I started with their burrata and cherry tomato salad which was just incredible – the tomatoes tasted like tomatoes and the burrata was so soft and tender and milky and wonderful that I could eat it all week.
I was sufficiently impressed with this to risk the steak tartare (I knew I had a very long walk ahead of me), which was also very good and very tender and tart. I’m always surprised at how mild and fresh steak tartare tastes – you would think it would be intensely meaty, but it really isn’t. Having said that, it is ridiculously filling – I only ate about half – and the texture is still a bit weird for me. I think I spent about 30 Euros on this meal.
And finally, an honorable mention must go to Cafe Le Petit Pont (1 Rue du Petit Pont, 75005, opposite Notre Dame), which really didn’t have particularly good food (though there was lots of it and it was cheap and not bad – a good student option), but did have the most hilarious and exuberant bunch of waiters I have ever encountered. They were in a celebratory and football-related mood (I deduce this by the fact that at least one of them was kicking a ball around inside the café and managed to break several glasses while doing so), and there was singing and dancing (nice hip moves!), juggling of wine bottles, adding sparklers to beer (which led to an accidental napkin fire that nobody seemed to be terribly worried about putting out), and then, since I evidently was not containing my amusement sufficiently, quite a bit of silly flirtation and offers of massages. And I got a high five on the way out, possibly because this sort of thing is more fun when you have an audience / someone to show off for. So yes, I don’t know if this is the standard show, but I can honestly say that this was one of the more enjoyable meals I had in Paris.
Excellent Chocolate and Sweets In Paris
You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Haven’t we all? Don’t even ask how much money I’ve spent on chocolate in the last ten days. The answer is embarrassing, even if most of today’s haul was gifts…
Jacques Genin (133 Rue de Turenne, 75003, near République). You probably already know how I feel about Jacques Genin and his amazing chocolate and caramel and confectionery and patisserie, but I’m mentioning him first anyway, because I am still swooning over that lemon and basil tart, which was by far the best pastry I’ve tasted this year. Sweet and tart and herbal and citrussy, and not too rich, with perfectly thin, crisp, pastry. Oh yes. Then, of course, there are his wonderful caramels, of which the passionfruit mango is still my favourite, but honestly, they are all wonderful. There are pâtés de fruits (pectin jellies) and de légumes (pectin jellies based on vegetables). The vegetable ones range from deeply weird (I am not convinced that capsicum is a good confectionery flavour) to unexpectedly excellent (the green tomato is wonderful, and the beetroot also delicious), but all have very true flavours. Which only makes the weird ones weirder.
Oh and the chocolates? I have to confess, they are rather on the subtle side for my taste. Genin does a beautiful job of capturing the flavour of fruits and herbs in their uncooked, fresh state, which is why his caramels and jellies are so brilliant, and his fresh mint chocolate is really wonderful. Alas, for me, some of the flavours were very hard to discern, though the texture was as perfect as you would expect. Genin’s pâtisserie and confectionery are both exquisite, but I like my chocolates a little more bold.
A new chocolatier to me – and so conveniently located ten minutes from my B&B! – is Franck Kestener (7 Rue Gay-Lussac, 75005, opposite the Luxembourg Gardens). He is a Meilleur Ouvrier de France, and I can absolutely see why – these are some of the best chocolates I’ve tasted. His lemon and thyme chocolate, in particular, is wonderful and fresh, and his sunflower chocolate has a delightful crunch. I loved everything of his that I tried, and enjoyed the texture of his chocolates as much as the flavours. If we are looking at chocolates alone, he would be my favourite in Paris.
I also had a really interesting chat with the pâtissier/chocolatier who runs the shop in the Quartier Latin – because there are other shops in France and in Germany, and they make different things. In Germany, no surprises here, they specialise more in gâteaux, whereas here the main patisserie is the macaron. We bonded a little over the terrors of transporting elaborate gâteaux to anywhere where you want them to arrive looking pristine…
It was necessary to visit Patrick Roger (45 Avenue Victor Hugo, 75016, just past the Arc de Triomphe), another MOF, who is known for making very dramatic chocolate sculptures. The presentation of his chocolates is exceptional – they are like little jewels in individual boxes. But this is something you definitely pay for – his chocolates were more than twice as expensive as any of the others I tried. And while they were extremely good, especially the peach caramel and the pistachio marzipan, I honestly don’t think they were twice as good as all the rest, if you know what I mean. These are chocolates I would buy to impress someone else, not for myself – though I would be extremely happy to receive them as a gift! I’d certainly like to try more, but I just couldn’t justify it at those prices.
Matthieu Bijou (28 rue Charlot 75003, near all the museums in the 3rd, but especially Picasso and the museum of Jewish Art and History) is a chocolatier I found entirely by accident while lurking in the Marais. I think he might be a bit more of an up-and-coming type than some of the other chocolatiers above, because he is much, much cheaper than any of the others. I really liked his flavours, especially the Bali, which contained something that was very like Yuzu, but I think was a different citrus, and Seville, which contained orange and cumin, which really worked. There was one really odd one which tasted to my palate like blue cheese, but I’m going to assume that the problem was with me, not with the chocolate, because everything else was excellent. Also, bonus points for a very enthusiastic and charming assistant who talked me into buying so much more chocolate than I intended to, because I am very susceptible to attractive and charming young men offering me free tastes of chocolate. My moral fibre, it does not see the necessity for resistance in this context.
Another delicious and unexpected find, is Pierre Marcolini (235 Rue St. Honore, 75001), who I also found by accident, and who absolutely wins the prize for having the most delightful and helpful shop assistant – he was the one who was telling me all about the origins of the various chocolates, the different layers of flavour, and illustrating the differences between different origins with taste tests. And then he was super helpful again today (he also gets some points for remembering me, though he can’t have that many purple-haired Australian customers who speak quite good French with a dubious accent, so not absolutely huge points!), in recommending three dark chocolates with very different flavour profiles. And offering me more chocolate to taste.
Marcolini makes very good individual chocolates, but I think where he truly shines is with the blocks of single-farm-origin chocolates. (Or perhaps I was just infected by the enthusiasm of the lovely and extremely knowledgeable shop assistant?) The fact that you can really taste the differences in flavour depending on where the bean is grown and what kind of bean it is is astonishing to me, and I love that the chocolate comes with a booklet explaining this further. I think this is a shop for people who are really *interested* in chocolate, though there is plenty there for you if you just enjoy eating the stuff…
On the non-chocolate side of things, Gelati d’Alberto (45 Rue Mouffetard, 75005, near all the cool shops on the Rue Mouffetard) was recommended to me by the lovely Laura Florand (who writes romances about Paris and chocolate, and also sent me in the direction of some, but not all, of the chocolateries above). This really is lovely gelati, and I like the gimmick of shaping the ice cream in cones to look like roses. There was a truly amazing violet gelato, and I also enjoyed the tarte tatin and lemon tart flavours. (Hey, it was hot. I went a few times.)
I have a thing for petits choux, so I could not resist a visit to Popelini (44 Rue des Martyrs, 75009, not too far from Sacre Coeur and Monmartre, and the only good thing about that afternoon as far as I was concerned!). The choux are not all that petit, but I’m not going to complain when the fillings are that delightful. I really loved the raspberry and the lemon flavours, but really, everything I tried was excellent, so go with whatever you like best.
Right. I think that should keep you busy for a while in Paris. This is far from a complete list of places I ate, or even places where I tried out the chocolates – it’s just a Best Of. As you can see, I had better success with sweets than with savouries, possibly because I did better research up front.
I’m going to pack now, though a little part of me is tempted to run out and find somewhere to watch the Eiffel Tower doing its late-night sparkle thing. But I think not – the rain seems to be setting in, and is said to be continuing tomorrow, when I leave.
Après moi, la déluge, as they say… And avant moi, on this occasion. La déluge is basically ubiquitous.