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My Love Story Between Myself, Cheese, Wine… and a Slightly Unhinged Cat smoking cigarettes.
I walked into Les Petits Crus expecting a casual cheese-and-wine situation. I left questioning every life decision that had previously led me to drink grocery store merlot with pre-sliced cheddar. This place is not a restaurant – it’s an emotional experience with dairy.
I went for the “6 vins & 6 fromages” tasting and chose the Les Épicuriens pairing. Within that, I tried two specific journeys: Passionnel and Voluptueux. Those names are not exaggerations. They’re basically warnings.
Let me tell you – the way the cheese and wine pair here feels borderline illegal. It’s like watching two people fall in love in real time. One sip, one bite, and suddenly flavors are doing tango routines on your tongue. Creamy cheeses melting into bold, velvety reds. Truffle notes showing up like surprise guests at a fancy party. Sweet wines flirting with rich fromage like they’ve known each other for years. I didn’t just eat and drink – I witnessed culinary matchmaking.
Some wines were rich and confident, others sweet and playful, and a few dark and mysterious like a Parisian ex you can’t quite forget. Every pairing made me whisper, “Oh wow,” like I was discovering cheese for the first time in my life.
Then came the planche charcuterie. Absolute perfection. You really can’t mess up when you’ve got local French bread so fresh it probably woke up that morning, paired with butter so smooth it deserves its own Instagram account. Add high-quality meats and suddenly you’re living your best baguette-based life.
As if we weren’t already in flavor heaven, we decided to add a nightcap: the Dégustation Chocolat Vin. This is where things got emotional. The dark chocolate with lime and yuzu paired with Cuvée Horgelus was genuinely “write poetry to your ex at 2 a.m.” good. Out of this world. I still think about her. Sometimes late at night. I hope she’s doing well.
And just when I thought the evening couldn’t get any better, the real owner of the establishment appeared: the resident cat.
That little furball is the true star of the show. Equal parts adorable and absolute menace to society. A tiny devil child who will play at ALL costs. I’m pretty sure I saw him emotionally manipulate three different tables, steal someone’s attention, and possibly smoke his mom’s cigarettes out back. Legend.
Between the flawless pairings, cozy Parisian atmosphere, top-tier service, and a chaotic feline supervisor, Les Petits Crus gave me one of the most memorable food experiences I’ve had in Paris.
Come hungry. Come thirsty. And come prepared to rethink your entire relationship with cheese.
10/10 – would let the cat judge me again.
