Last Saturday the intended cosy casual dinner for two or three with my friend D eventually (and happily) turned into a roving thirsty party of eight, when it turned out a number of other colleagues from NYC and Tokyo were able to join us.* This presented the conundrum of where one might dine not-horribly in the center of Paris on a Saturday with a brigade of people in the middle of fashion week.
Happily, this is just the function in which the recently-opened 2ème restaurant L'Hedoniste excels, for the time being. It is extraordinarily not horrible - even excellent, at times, if one is able to forgive the prices, which are all a notch above what dishes and wine actually merit, and the slightly hapless one-man kitchen, from which most things seemed to leave lukewarm, rather than hot.
But that is the kind of restaurant this is. If it were hot, there is no way I could have invaded on a moment's notice with D et al , and had, despite my criticism, a very enjoyable meal.
My friend and fellow blogger Barbra Austin has elsewhere correctly identified all this as very 1990's, to which point I would just add the worrying idea that it's actually somewhat common in Paris and surrounding cities to find places that transport you back to the design and service trends of Clinton-era America. We live in France, after all. The same reason we still enjoy bakers who can bake and heritage recipes and natural wines is the same reason we find a lot of Comic Sans on signage, and mojitos still so unbelievably popular. It's the slow life, folks. History is still occurring.
My friends and I shared a bottle of their 2006 Buzet "Jarnicoton," a brooding black-fruited monster of a Merlot / Cab-Franc blend that I first tasted with winemaker Ludovic Bonnelle at the Buvons Nature tasting a few months ago. It's ashy, alive, meaty as a classic guitar riff - and its presence on the list at L'Hedoniste assures me that, behind their occasional awkwardness and opening stumbles, someone at the restaurant knows exactly what they're doing.
* I'd theorize that the general gastronomic poverty of fashion restaurants (Dave, Chez Omar, etc.) results from the low standards of the fashion crowd, which in turn is simply an effect of the impossibility of effectively planning anything even so basic as a dinner during the hustle and madness of fashion week. You leave the showrooms at unforetold times with a random varying crowd, and finally you are happy to settle for anyplace that will seat you promptly.
L'Hedoniste
14 Rue Léopold Bellan
75002 PARIS
Metro: Sentier
Tel: 01 40 26 87 33
Map
Related Links:
Ludovic Bonnelle at the Buvons Nature tasting, 75008
A review of L'Hedoniste @ LeFigaro
Barbra Austin's thoughts on L'Hedoniste @ Girl'sGuideToParis (I disagree with the name of this site, all the cultural norms it contains. But Barbra's great.)
A characteristically dotty rave review of L'Hedoniste @ JohnTalbott
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