"Café Panisse (formerly Café Pastis) is so French, it feels like you need a valid passport to eat here. Whether you decide to come for lunch or dinner, here are a few things you can always expect: housemade baguette is dropped on the table in a brown paper bag, receipts are handwritten, and when it’s someone's birthday, they ring a massive sailor’s bell. Whether you order the tender lamb shank or buttery roasted grouper, a meal here is always delicious and comforting—like it was made by a grand-mère from Marseille. The French may have had the worst streak of Louis in power, but what they missed in monarchs, they made up for in cheesy decadent foods. Café Panisse reaffirms this." - mariana trabanino, ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo
"Café Panisse is so French, it feels like you need a valid passport to eat here. Whether you decide to come for lunch or dinner, here are a few things you can always expect: housemade baguette is dropped on the table in a brown paper bag, receipts are handwritten, and when it’s someone's birthday, they ring a massive sailor’s bell. Whether you order the tender lamb shank or buttery roasted grouper, a meal here is always delicious and comforting." - mariana trabanino, virginia otazo, ryan pfeffer
"Café Panisse is for the group of francophile friends that only watch Godard films and have a shared Spotify playlist titled “La Vie en Rose.” This restaurant is so French, it feels like you need a valid passport to eat here. Whether you decide to come for lunch or dinner, here are a few things you can always expect: housemade baguette is dropped on the table in a brown paper bag, receipts are handwritten, and when it’s someone's birthday, they ring a massive sailor’s bell. Whether you order the tender lamb shank or buttery roasted grouper, a meal here is always comforting and should involve one (at least) bottle of wine, which will cost you about $40." - mariana trabanino, ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo
"Your steak frites journey at Café Pastis differs between lunch and dinner. If you’re having it for lunch, it comes with a thick puck of roquefort parsley butter—enough to spread an inch layer (we’re talking edge to edge) on the juicy hunk of ribeye. On the side are equal parts french fries and a lightly dressed salad you can enjoy between heavy mouthfuls of beef and fries. The dinner version comes au poivre. Maybe it's our deep love of all things butter, but we do prefer the lunch version." - ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo, mariana trabanino
"For more than a decade, this cozy restaurant has been serving up French fare in South Miami. Try the quiche or soup du jour, along with the spinach salad with Roquefort cheese and caramelized pear, or the escargot, which requires crusty bread to soak up all the butter. For heartier appetites, order any of the entrees and end with the creme brûlée, which is big enough for two." - Eater Staff