“Everything is in English here, except the menu,” commented my American neighbour*. Well, they kept the original name for the “grilled cheese sandwich.”

The rest is a mix of “there’s kale in it” dishes and some fattening Frenchie food, like the aligot & saucisse de morteau (basically, a potato/cheese purée with sausages). Which was what my American fellow ordered, despite his claims about his new diet: “Did you know that drinking beer is basically just sipping sugar?” Don’t try that line of thinking with aligot!, I thought.

Every single detail in this place seems to be imported from a hip street in Melbourne (where the owners are from) and it is very cosy indeed: great coffee, high-fiving waiters and polished decoration. The bread comes from the bakery next door, “Du pain et des idées.” Their baker, Christophe Vasseur, was sitting right next to me–a friendly table, no? The sign outside announced: “Great food and sexy chefs.” The open kitchen was a good way to check in, but I came home smelling like crispy bacon.

*We shared the same big table, so he would not mind me reporting some of his words.

HolyBelly
19 rue Lucien Sampaix, 10e
8-16 Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
10-18 Saturday-Sunday
Without a reservation, don’t bother trying to get a table on Sunday around 1 p.m.
http://holybel.ly/

Article : Claire Nouy/ http://lescaptures.com/