Le Quincy - Review - 12th Arr. - Paris - The Infatuation
"At Le Quincy, kitsch is still chic, and that's exactly why you're here. The wood-paneled bistro steps from Gare de Lyon looks like it was airdropped from the French countryside, with red gingham curtains and a framed pig portrait on the wall—it’s appropriate given all the pork-driven specialties and saucy French classics on their menu. When you arrive, snap a pic of the bottomless charcuterie baskets and terrines in the center of the dining room, and follow your welcome saucisson and bubbly with the caillette, a caul-fat-wrapped pâté redolent with herbs. Waiters ceremoniously spoon most main dishes tableside from rustic cassolettes, like a veal chop swimming in decadent morel cream and fork-tender rabbit glazed with white wine sauce, a rarity outside of a country grand-mère’s kitchen. Ask the kitchen to vacuum-pack your leftovers so you can indulge in serving yourself spoonful after spoonful of intense chocolate mousse from a bowl big enough to feed six. Just be sure to hit the ATM before arrival: it’s cash only. photo credit: Wenkang Shan" - Emily Monaco
