Les Papilles

30 rue Gay-Lussac, 75005 Paris 

Papilles cooks what it wants. You’re here for whatever is good that day. The velvety soup poured tableside like a benediction, the slow-cooked meat that falls apart with the resignation of something that knows resistance is futile. Vegetables arrive not as afterthoughts but as supporting cast with serious lines. And the sauces… mon dieu. Someone back there understands the alchemy of butter and stock on a spiritual level.