Maud D.
Yelp
I can't get over Chez Paul. It's the quintessential Parisian brasserie, but the REAL quintessential Paris. It's romantic yet super chill, delicious yet unpretentious, and, true to stereotypes, best accompanied by a hearty glass of wine and a sizable appetite.
From the moment we walked in, we felt right at home at Chez Paul. I'm not sure if it was my earnest, and nonetheless failed, attempt at speaking entirely in French, or my adorable boyfriend's smiling and pointing that endeared us to the waitstaff, but either way, we were treated with a charming, jokey kindness that I didn't expect from the chilly rep Paris usually gets. They gave us one english menu and one in french, allowing me to practice but ensuring that we didn't order anything...surprising.
To start we went with a small carafe (probably 1/2 a bottle) of house red, and it hit the spot...especially paired with the buttery, garlicky, I'm-still-dreaming-about-them escargots we got soon after. I'm a little squeamish about eating insects or whatever snails are, but these were DELICIOUS. You'll probably want to pop an Altoid after eating them if you're going to be doing any smooching along the Seine, but the garlic breath is totally worth it.
Next we got the steak tartare, which, again, I'm still thinking about. It's rich and meaty and pickly, with the perfect mixture of mustard, cornichon, capers and ketchup mixed into the massive pile of delicious raw beef. I'm a huge tartare fan in general, but this is by far the best I've ever had. I easily polished off my half plus a good deal of my boyfriends.
We also got the steak au poivre, which I have to say, was, disappointing. It was a little dry and very salty, and just generally not up to the same (awesome) standard as the rest of the meal. The potatoes that accompanied it were creamy and delicious, and the salad was fresh and lightly but thoroughly dressed, but I'll definitely be ordering a different main next time.
Word to the wise: no matter how much you might want to blend in with the locals and eat half a fresh baguette (*ahem*) on your way to dinner at Chez Paul, save room. You won't regret it.