Leaving Paris
We said Au Revoir to our 72-hour gallavant into the culinary world of Paris. It was 10 a.m. and we had a little time to kill before our supposedly last dining in Paris, noon reservation at La Table that our hotel concierge made for us upon check-in to the hotel. I and T grabbed a cup of cafe creme and walked around Rue St Honore and the Jardin just outside.
After checking out and leaving our luggage to our limo driver, we made our way to the 16th Arr. Sundays in Paris, especially in the more residential areas of the city, are deader than the Financial District of NYC after 6 p.m. We got to the La Table about few minutes early, apparently we must’ve been one of the first reservations of the day. T and I made our first visit to Paris few months ago, and we both loved our dinner at La Table. On the inaugural trip there was no doubt that everything tasted was exceptionally prepared and gorgeous to look at.
The lunch at La Table was absolutely wonderful. T is a foodie (unlike D from the previous post), and he kept saying what really stood out about this Michelin one-star was their service. The staff of La Table treated us to an amazing experience and although the service is what will bring him back to this place and what’s tempting him to try Joël Robuchon’s other place - L’Atelier. Silly you, T! Paris is the most romantic place on earth and people fall in love with the city itself—and with your company. Why not? We’re in Paris.
