As you can imagine, I had some pretty outrageous meals in Paris. Food love is some of the best love and, luckily, in a place like Paris you don't have to worry if the feeling's mutual. French cuisine loves you back. It loves you back in a major way. One of my favorite petit dejeuners in Paris can be found at Café de Flore on Boulevard Saint-Germain. Whatever you order, a platter of four croissants appears at your table. Problem? I think not. When breakfast begins there, you can't go wrong with the rest of your day. Here are some other meals that shined for me in the City of Lights.
Dinner at Grizzli Café on 7 rue St Martin, in Beaubourg. Fresh asparagus and sun dried tomatoes on a bed of feta and phyllo. Drizzled with a balsamic glaze? Perfection.
Two fantastic meals at Café de la Mairie at 8 Place Saint-Sulpice, around the corner from my little hotel in Odeon. For lunch, I had their salade Niçoise which was the best I've ever had of its kind.
Don't forget breakfast! My favorite meal in Paris is without a doubt a jambon and fromage sandwich. (please excuse the Frenglish). I think I lived off of these when my family traveled to Paris when I was a little girl and was indeed quite the picky eater. Feasting on one of these brings back wonderful memories of my first time in Paris.
A new discovery was Rose Bakery on 46 Rue des Martyrs in the Marais. I can't take credit for the discovery of course. It was recommended to me by friends living in Paris, as well as the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow on her website GOOP. It was everything it's cracked up to be - local, organic produce, creatively prepared salads, deliciously wholesome sweets, and a cozy atmosphere. I would recommend this to anyone in need of a break from pastries on their Parisian food fest.
For the best Falafel in Paris, I went straight to the counter of L'as du Falafel on Rue des Rosiers in the Marais. It was about three layers of goodness and plentiful enough to feed both one's lunch and dinner. No harm in going for the gold though, especially in the foodie paradise that is Paris.
Finally, my last meal in Paris was possibly my favorite. Once again, I found myself on a cozy street in the Marais at Robert et Louise. This little restaurant is small, romantic, and cozy -- with a wood burning oven in the back. I was advised to order the steak and mushrooms. I threw in the potatoes and a glass of Bordeaux for good measure. I say, save the big meals for the final night. Between the savoring and the longing for that first day again, every bite will be enjoyed until there is nothing more than a empty plate and wine glass. Alright, alright, I couldn't finish it all -- but it was hard to say goodbye.