Someone once said that "Paris in the rain is so romantic." Whoever that person was clearly spent their entire life single or had no idea what the word "romantic" meant as Paris in the rain is, by and large, an ordeal and uncomfortable. We needed a place to crash/eat/regain some semblance of humanity during a freak downpour and while we were on the Champs, this place looked to be the best choice. It certainly was, as everything from the decor to the staff and most certainly the bill, sits at the top of the game with nothing else in the surrounding area able to compete with the overall delectable experience Fouquet's offers.
A red carpet leading from the outside to a fairly ornate door lets you know that you're going to feel like royalty coming here. The host and hostess on the other end of the door sealed that deal as they were among the nicest people I have ever met in my life, and I'm a pretty social guy. We were asked if we wanted the cafe or the restaurant end of the dining since straight ahead is a modest (read: blink and you miss it) bar, the cafe to the left and the restaurant proper to the right. The cafe is the way to go because, well, it's time to address the (lavish) elephant in the room: Fouquet's is not cheap. It has exorbitantly distanced itself from the "cheap" end of every spectrum known to man. One look at the "restaurant" menu will sell that takeaway bit of information home - don't get me wrong, I've dined in some great places with top billing but I tend to get "sticker shock" when I look at the pricetag on a new sports car, not on the "Entree" section of a menu.
Nonetheless, if you can power past the pricing, this is a dining experience to marvel at for years to come. Our hostess walked us through a crowded cafe setting full of reds and darker colors adorning the walls to a table with the most comfortable seats I have ever enjoyed a meal in. Yeah, they're lower to the ground compared to most other chairs in places but they retain a sense of style and comfort not typically found in a lunch cafe.
Our waiter materialized before us effortlessly, and did so again moments later with our drink order. The man had somewhere between 3 and 96 tables to maintain control of and we were never at a loss for service or attention. The wine list is as impressive as the taste of the dishes, and in our case, that was a testament to the cooks running the show. Exquisitely prepared sole, tender chicken and a medium filet for myself that practically melted as I cut into it. Fouquet's has the chops to back up their reputation (and their real estate).
All that would be for naught if the desserts stumbled so close to the finish line of the meal but come on now: two different eclairs (chocolate and coffee, and wow, was that coffee one otherworldly) and a cheesecake that I'm almost positive was glowing on the plate as it was delivered. Add in some fresh, and more importantly, strong, cups of coffee and you need to have the local forklift operator already dialed into your cell phone so they can come and physically remove you from your chair as you end your meal - I'm serious: you may have to wind up and use inertia to get out from the table because of how much you ate and how wondrous it all was.
This doesn't even take into consideration one of the other main selling points of the location: the ability to people watch to your heart's content. People standing around waiting in line to get into the Louis Vuitton store so then they can wait in line again? Peddlers dedicated to ridding themselves of their tacky keychains for unsuspecting tourists? A grown man strolling by whilst carrying a Pikachu umbrella? Yeah, people watching is almost worth the price of admission alone.
Save some money and set aside some time for Fouquet's. The staff is gracious, the food is outstanding and the location is paramount to the enjoyment. read more