
Joel Robuchon’s l’Atelier, on the Left Bank, is another ritual. It’s a splurge because it’s very expensive, but it’s my favorite restaurant in Paris. And the selection of wines by the glass is superb.

I had booked a hotel, Bel Amis, in Saint-Germain because it had recently become a Starwood partner and I am addicted to Starwood (SPG) points. Bel Amis had the added advantage of being a few doors up Rue Saint-Benoit from Chez Papa.

The jazz show was sold out this wet and cold Friday evening and I had to practically beg to get a table. They were very gracious and moved some tables around to squeeze me in. Others were turned away after I was seated. I considered myself lucky, and I was.

A bottle of Gigondas, fairly priced at 39 euros, worked well with the ham. But it was even better with the main course, filet of veal in a cream sauce made with fresh ceps.
The food and wine were first-rate, the service exceptional, and the music sublime.
And I now have a new routine to add to my bulging list of Paris rituals.
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