(Welcome back to my short series on following the alphabet every time I & partner eat out in Paris. Today: F and G.)
Yes, we went French. Which I was fine with, but I couldn’t help remember an uncompromising NON when it came to my suggestion of “England?” last week. Bref. We went to a regular French brasserie in the 12th and it scored a solid 7/10.
More interesting was G. And thank goodness we have two languages between us because in French, G left us with slim pickings. There was a nice-looking Georgian restaurant over on the Left Bank but it was raining, so…
And what do you know, there is a German bar/diner right by our flat! Who doesn’t love sausages and proper beer for dinner (someone trying a healthy-eating vegetarian diet that’s who, but anyway). There were even some real-life Germans at the bar, but I was told not to take a photo of them.
Café Titon, rue Titon, 75011.
Here are our options for next time:
Holy See (Catholic cooking?!)
See you next time…