June 27, 2011
I fell in love in Paris—such a cliché, I know. But luckily, the person I fell in love with has no tolerance for Parisian clichés, so I know this is the real deal. Could we have fallen in love in, let’s say, Detroit? Yes, it just wouldn’t have been quite so awesome.
Here’s how it went down, in case you’d like to consult my love map as you chart your own course.
Aux Folies & Café Charlot (Akuppa; Winter d’Adulescent)
Nice To Meet You: We actually met twice—first at a house party, and then a year later at one of my most-frequented bars, La Perle (made famous by John Galliano’s rant). Our next meet-ups were at Aux Folies and then at Chez Jeanette. It’s no coincidence that these are still my preferred Parisian watering holes.
First Date: Ours was on-the-fly. After a long day of wandering around Parc Monceau and the Musée Camondo, we drifted over to Café Constant, and finished the night at La Mer à Boire. Not a bad way to spend a day.
Parc Monceau (Christophe Alary)
Romantic Getaway: Early on, we took an impromptu road trip to Normandy. When we mistakenly drove three hours in the wrong direction without caring one bit, we knew we were really in love.
Group Date: When I started publicly flaunting my new beau, we met up with friends at Aux Deux Amis, where we ordered up a bevy of small plates and worked our way through a few bottles of wine.
Committed: Our current LDR (Long Distance Relationship) status prevents us from being real regulars anywhere, but if we had to eat out twice a day, I think Bistrot du Peintre (for lunch) and Café Charlot (for dinner) would suit us quite nicely.
On the Rocks: There’s nothing about Café des Musées that should necessarily be fight-inducing—it’s a perfectly lovely place. If you happen, however, to feel a tiff coming on, ask for a table in the cave. It’s hidden away and you can squabble without making a scene. (This may or not be based on personal experience).
Musée Camondo (Samwisegamgee69; Jason Whittacker)
Meeting the family: When my uncle swept into town, we all met up at Bistro Paul Bert. It’s the kind of place where everyone feels comfortable—lively but not too loud, trendy but not too sleek. The menu is concise but always chock-full of seasonal dishes. After a bottle of Cahors and a round of Calvados, we bid adieu and my uncle promptly emailed the rest of my family to report that G was “worthy of my hand.”
Settling down: We love Parisian restaurants, but our best meals are those we cook up in G’s tiny little kitchen, using ingredients from local traiteurs and Paris’ unsung culinary hero: Monoprix. When I first made David Lebovitz’s Chocolate Idiot Cake (it really is that easy), I knew I had G hooked.
And that’s as far as I’ve gotten. I imagine that the Canal St. Martin would be a nice place to get engaged and the Musée de la Chasse would be the perfect spot for my weirdo wedding reception, but we’ll cross those bridges when we come to them (hint hint).
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Written by Tory Hoen
After attending Brown University and spending two years in New York, Tory bought a one-way ticket to Paris to pursue her dream of becoming a writer (and of drinking wine at lunch). During her time in the City of Light, she chronicled the euphoric highs and the laughable lows of ex-pat life on her blog, A Moveable Beast. Though she's now based in New York, she travels frequently to Montreal and Brazil, and she'll use just about any excuse to jet to Paris ("I ran out of fleur de sel"). A regular contributor to Hip Paris, Tory also writes for New York Magazine, Time Out New York, and she is a co-author of Gradspot.com's Guide To Life After College.
Website: Tory Hoen
Tags: Aux Folies, Bistrot du Peintre, Cafe Charlot, cafe constant, cafe des musees, Chez Jeanette, La Mer à Boire, La Perle, Love, Musee de la Chasse et de la Nature, Nicolas BLAIN, Parc Monceau, Romance
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