When it comes to food Paris obviously contains the OG embarrass du choix.
But Marc and I often struggle with Paris ‘hotspots’ because in a city where decent food is readily available on every street corner, it can sometimes feel utterly ridiculous to go to an overpriced place where you’ll be treated like crap for food that’s no better than your local brasserie. Your local brasserie is probably quite attractive-looking too, if a little rougher around the edges and ‘dans son jus’.
For example, it’s been a truth universally acknowledged (well, by my friends and I, anyway,) that any Costes restaurant (or hotel) you visit will charge you an inordinate amount to be scoffed at until they serve you edible but unexciting food an hour after you ordered it. *But* the rude waiters are all hot and besides which, Costes have consistently bought up all the best locations in town. Until recently…