Wednesday, March 6, 2013


For our last night in Paris, we scored reservations to Frenchie. We started the evening like we have every night in Paris: Champagne.

To call Frenchie 'intimate' would be an understatement. The restaurant is made up of a handful of closely packed tables. Exposed brick, fresh flowers, and soft lighting add to the cozy atmosphere. As does the fact that Frenchie is tucked away in a narrow alley away from the hustle and bustle of Paris.

We started with the porkbelly with delicate slices of meyer lemon and hearty mushrooms in a to-die-for sauce. And then helped Cori finish her charred mackerel with chunks of avocado and smoked anchovy.

For the main attraction, we chose the free-range chicken with pomelos and the best turnip I've ever tasted. Mandy went for the banka trout with leeks and carrot. You don't see orange foam every day.

For dessert, Mandy ordered the (somewhat phallic) Rum baba with tapioca pearls and coconut. Ashley went for a cheese plate, while Cori and I chose the Savarin cheesecake with a blood orange sherbert and, as a twist, black olives. The olives were, surprisingly, a perfect salty, slightly crunchy addition.

Frenchie is a lovely little nook of a place. The prix-fixe menu is based on what's fresh and in season and changes regularly. It's a nice break from the traditional French cafe scene. Fair Warning: Tables are incredibly difficult to come by; reservations are a must. Prepare to call multiple times, many weeks in advance. It's worth it.

5-6 Rue du Nil
75002 Paris, France
+33 1 40 39 96 19

{images via Elizabeth Farrar for Bella Vita}