Sometimes I really hate admitting that, but in this case it's true. Everyone: the Fooding guide, my friends, various blogs and websites, colleagues... Not one person had anything negative to say about this place, and neither do I.
Oh yeah, wait, I could say that they could have used just a bit more garlic. But that's really it.
Amici Miei. What is supposed to be the best Italian restaurant in Paris. What is, I am sure, the absolute best Italian food I have had outside of Italy.
I literally have nothing to say. (Except that I apologize for the shitty iphone pics--the low light is at fault, its definitely not because I had had too much to drink or anything. No no no.)
Linguine alle vongole? Amazing.
Pizza biancha with prosciutto di parma, pommodorini, garlic and mozarella di buffala? Amazing.
House wine? Prosecco? Little olives served as a side to the Prosecco? Amazing.
Panacotta all' pistachio? Amazing.
Tiramisu? Amazing (Just as good as my own in fact)
Cute waiters? Yup! (Gay? Or simply Italian? Sometimes it's hard to tell...)
I think visiting a good restaurant is the biggest writing challenge. You are literally left speechless, wordless.
So all that I can say is Go. Eat. Drink. Be merry. And tell me if you liked it.