Canal Saint Martin
I had always assumed that Philadelphia cheese (and Bruce Springsteen) came from Philadelphia. I was wrong on both counts. I had also assumed that a philly cheesesteak actually contained Philadelphia cheese. I, thankfully, was also wrong about that. And I had definitely assumed that if anyone were ever to make a philly cheesesteak in Paris, it would probably be ‘frenchified’ in the same way as curry, tacos and sushi (which bizarrely does often actually contain Philadelphia cheese).
Thirsty nights make for hungry hangovers, and in both cases, the guys of L’Inconnu and the Roseval have you covered. Sink your teeth into their newest enterprise, The Sunken Chip, serving up the most authentic fish and chips you’ll find on this side of the English Channel. It’s good old-fashioned British comfort food that you can eat in or take away to nosh on next to Canal Saint Martin.
What’s in a hot dog? To be honest, we don’t know, and we don’t really care. All we know is that when it’s cooked up nice and steaming, nestled in a fluffy bun that conforms perfectly to its shape, topped with a pile of pickled white cabbage, sweet green relish and dressed with two squiggly streaks of ketchup and mustard, it’s a mouthful of flavor unlike any other you’ve been getting from the usual Paris street foods. And if the opening of a second Hutch House of Hot Dogs is any indication, Parisians are digging the doggy-style delicacies that are being served up.
You will find refreshments at Camille’s pump room, mostly wines from her friends vineyards. Camille used to work at Inaki’s places -le Chateaubriand and le Dauphin- and then at le Mama Shelter, just the time needed for her address book and her fascination for wine to grow and…to find the right place to open her boutique. Camille has designed her Buvette just like an annexe to her own salon and it is full of regular customers, who come several times a week to taste the daily “vin au verre” selection and bite into some Aubrac dry sausage.
Who’s the tatted up, whisky-drinking, rock-n-roll fan turning heads in the Belleville quartier? Her name is Joséphine, and she’s making all the neighbors jealous. Classy enough for your mother, yet with just the right amount of edge to make you want to get into her pants, the recently opened cave parisienne is not your typical wine bar. The place is subtly intriguing — like someone with tattoos in private places, it has certain elements of surprise that separate itself from the rest.
Finding a good Italian restaurant in Paris is about as easy as finding a coffee with fresh milk, or a park with grass you are actually allowed to sit on – and a recent incident involving a late night bowl of pasta carbonara (what was I thinking?) at a little Italian joint on L’île Saint-Louis a few months back threatened to turn me off Italian food for good.