To get closer to others
Victor Hugo wrote "He who looks at the bottom of Paris has vertigo". And the least we can say is that in Little Paris too, one quickly gets dizzy. That of the flavors, the scents and the vapors. These vapors which give the pink to the cheeks of the girls, those which make laugh the guys more fatty, those which make chuckle those which never laugh, in short... Welcome to Bistroland. Here, we dine at the counter or on the bench, we close the tables at the end of the service to get to know each other or... to see again those we have already met a thousand times here. To get closer to others.
On the plate, we play an emotional roller coaster. From the lightness of a fresh herb placed as a decoration on a homemade terrine to the greediness of the chocolate quenelle with olive oil and fleur de sel, not without tasting the pan-fried razor clams, cockles and Basque sausage, the marrow bone and its carpaccio of scallops and Belgian caviar or the crispy cow udder. You can choose from the menu or leave it to the chef, in tapas or on the menu, there is a choice and... it is a difficult one. Inviting you to travel from Lyon, and its bouchons, to Barcelona and its Tapas, not without having a little thought for the Portuguese origins of the chef's mother when seeing the famous cataplanes overflowing with iodine and greed. You will have understood, if you are counting your mouthfuls, it is better to pass your way.
In the cellar too, the chef has his preferences. In addition to the few labels placed there to satisfy the eternal drinkers of classics, the selection is clearly oriented towards nature and very often displays a maximum degree of drinkability so that you will be tempted, like us, to order the little sister right away to share it with the boss. But before that, he, in duet with his faithful second Laurent, ensures the show. Without too many frills. Like in his dishes. He goes straight to the point. Not without having set up a bistro decor that pleases everyone (except for diners in their Sunday best who thought they were booking in a "starred gastro of the BW"). Because yes, when the curtain goes up, it is a real play that is being performed here. With Arold as the main character, he is more like Scapin than Harpagon, without the guile. The man is jovial and if, in the first quarter of an hour, he greets you with a "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen", it's a safe bet that in the second act, he'll come over to your table and say, "So? Everything okay, guys?". And if you suggest him, as a good Parisian that he is, at the end of the evening, a last tango, there is a good chance that he will answer you: "Rather a Gin Tonic?