Went to Little Next Door for the first time last night with awesome pals Sarah and Dan (we missed you, Michael!) and je l’adore. We’re talking LOVE here, people. If I could give this petit bistro a French kiss, I would. (But not while on a date. Awkward!)
So first of all, au revoir, LA, hello Paris. Regardez:
I had a lovely plain mocha, but was intrigued by the Valrhona White Chocolate Mocha, which I intend to sample one day, along with almond croissants, financiers, creme brulée and fresh lemon cream tart. (Yup, that’ll be one sitting.)
When you love someone — or in this case, something — you think even their flaws are cute. Like Little Next Door’s ‘no vodka’ blemish on its otherwise perfectly porcelain visage. I downed two delicious Kir Royale cocktails (Ribena for grownups!) and was too happy and bubbly and buzzed on sparkling conversation to care.
Next time I go, I’ll try to sit here:
And try the Little Next Deal, which involves a half sandwich, a salad and a macaron. My sandwich? The Paris train-station staple and my all-time favorite, French butter and white ham on a baguette. (French butter is so rich and delicious that cheese is just overkill.) My salad would be the marinated artichoke hearts with feta, dill and green beans, and my macaron — raspberry, but of course.
Okay, I wasn’t intending to end this post with Little Next Door’s Parisian competition (that is an unfair fight, like American vs. French butter), HOWEVER — Café de Flore’s website is druckin ADORABLE. And if you don’t find yourself grooving to the little tune they’re playing while looking for cheap flights to Charles De Gaulle, well. I just don’t know how we can be friends.
So what are you waiting for? ALLEZ! And have un weekend incroyable, mes amis.