So, five weeks in and Paris is turning out to be a rather good choice. We’re loving the commute (20 minutes), the food (Place Monge market and rue Mouffetard) and of course the whole Parisian lifestyle thing. And as if all that wasn’t enough, last week we were invited on our very first Parisian date. It seems Reuters had the same reaction on our first meeting (was it perhaps our new French office wear?) and invited us for a drink on a Wednesday evening. After another long day in the office (where is this infamous 35-hour week we’d heard so much about?), we rushed to the metro and made our way across Place de la Bastille for a rendez-vous at Cafe de l’Industrie (or Cafe de l’Indus’ to its friends). How exciting!
Cafe de l’Industrie is on the corner of Rue Sedaine and Rue Saint-Sabin in a bustling neighbourhood, and is a relaxed, welcoming venue. Reuters was sitting at a table enjoying a cold beer, which was exactly what we fancied after a hurried walk from the metro. Conversation was instantly easy, his smile charming and laugh infectious as we took a seat opposite and recounted tales of Ikea hell and Darty heaven.
The waitress came over: ‘Vous avez tout ce qu’il vous faut?’
He ordered a bottle of white wine and we looked over at the day’s specials. Well, pretended to. Still struggling with our bespectacled look, we refused to give in and asked instead that he read them out. Make a man feel needed, that works right? He read out a list and recommended the parmentier de canard.
When the waitress came back, we placed our order ‘ah non, on n’a plus de canard’. Ok, so what do you recommend? ‘Le carpaccio’. Sold. Reuters ordered chicken skewers.
It was mostly a French crowd out for dinner that evening. Groups of four or more and no sign of other dates. The decor was rather typical; wooden seats with dark red cushions, banquettes and wooden tables. We liked it.
The food was ok overall (our carpaccio could have done with more seasoning but the chocolate fondant that we shared was delicious), but we were mostly distracted by Reuters’ fantastic conversation and icy blue eyes. Reuters gallantly paid the bill and ordered a couple of plum liqueurs. Ouch! These were strong. Was he trying to get us drunk? We elegantly set it aside, only to dip back in five minutes later and eventually polish it off. We don’t remember much of the walk to a taxi. We had one thing on our mind: would there be a kiss?
Reuters did it all by the book. A tender kiss goodnight and plans to meet up again on Sunday for some manly DIY assistance with our half-built wardrobe.
Paris just got even better.
Cafe de l’Industrie, 15-17 rue St-Sabin, Paris 75011, Tel: +33 1 47 00 13 53
Date night in Paris: Cafe de l’Industrie
So, five weeks in and Paris is turning out to be a rather good choice. We’re loving the commute (20 minutes), the food (Place Monge market and rue Mouffetard) and of course the whole Parisian lifestyle thing. And as if all that wasn’t enough, last week we were invited on our very first Parisian date. [...]
The Guide's Paris correspondent is a lobbyist by day and a world-class, champion cocktail drinker by night. Having devoured almost every Martini in London, like a swarm of alcoholic locusts, she had no choice but to migrate to pastures new. In the summer of 2010 she moved to Paris from where she continues to report on the very best restaurants, bars and nightlife that her adopted city has to offer. Watch out Milan; it’s only a matter of time…
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