I’ve been coming to Georges rue du Mail, near the Place des Victoires, for 20 years. And I’ll admit it – I always get the same thing. When I say always, I mean always, without exception. Everyone has their little rituals that they won’t give up. This is one of mine. Rain, snow, or sunny weather like this evening in June: I’m there! I love the place, especially the table in the entry near the window.
It’s this kind of meal you think about when you’re out of the country. As soon as I’m off the plane, I stop by to get myself back in the groove and give my stomach a treat. A cheerful welcome, a high-flying clientele, upwardly mobile and hip…In the kitchen is Alain, from Bretagne, who I’ve gotten to know. He’s going to retire soon, so get moving!
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