The evening began with an apology over the phone: “the owner is gone this week, so we’re only doing tapas.” It finished with some nail-in-the-coffin Crozes-Hermitage, taken while standing at the bar and listening to this song:
I think I may have found my happy place. In this place, men who are handsome enough to have worked at le Chateaubriand bring me glass after glass of natural wine. I soak these up with small plates of food that look simple, are made with foodie approved ingredients (Thibault veggies), and taste a little like love.
Burrata with green asparagus
The most delicious (oily, oniony) Tortilla outside of Madrid. Made by mom.
My happy place isn’t decorated like a 1970s dive bar. It just is a 1970s dive bar. I am surrounded by carefully scruffed kids in Converse, and the stereo is playing songs we haven’t heard since high school. The final bill includes small prices for food that’s noted as “solides divers”.
It won’t always be this good. The owner will come back, proper meals will return, and the stereo will be turned down. But at least for one night, in the company of an old friend, I felt (to quote L.L.) a little knocked out.
Aux Deux Amis
45, r. Oberkampf, 75011
Tel: 01 58 30 38 13
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