This weekend was a very special one. For my birthday, along with Valerie and her man who is in town, we headed to the in-laws fantastically adorable home for a weekend full of delicious grub and surprises. It was cold and foggy most of the weekend, which was the perfect context for making hearty gratins and staying cozy by the fire with a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity and some whisky.
We picked vegetables from the garden and enjoyed the calm of the countryside, even having the chance to visit a neighbor’s farm to see his tractor collection. The fact that he makes his own moonshine and gave me some of his homemade eau-de-vie for my birthday was pretty much a cherry on top.
However, I am clearly the most spoiled person alive, as this birthday weekend didn’t end here…. little did I know that coming back to Paris on Sunday night, there were some snazzy people that I really care about waiting for me at Troll Café to drink a beer together.
It all ended with samosas galore, as the best birthday in the world should. I am still in shock about how fantastic and culturally mixed this day was: a delicious French lunch with the family and surprise local brews, homemade eau-de-vie and tractors with a true campagnard who seemed like he had never met foreigners before, surprise beer extravaganza at Troll Café where they have one of my favorite random beers (Mongozo Banana) and then a bag full of samosas on the house from my favorite Indian restaurant. Does this not sound like a dream? I am the most spoiled person alive.
A special thank you to my dearest honey for planning this, and to all of my dear friends who made this day so magical.
After a month on the stateside, I am finally back home in Paris. Despite jet lag and my obsession for immediately putting every single thing back in order, I’ve got some time to relax and breath. Going home to Colorado is never completely relaxing, so lucky we had some beach time in Hawaii. It’s nice to feel bored sometimes.
Whenever I’m flying back over the Atlantic, often a flight filled with first-timers to Paris, I think about how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful city. This life I’ve created certainly seems unreal at times. I also wonder what I had in me that made it happen. Thank goodness it did, because I wouldn’t have it any other way. Perhaps that’s why it hits me when I am so anxious to get back to my stuff. My books. My frame-filled walls. My homegirls. My teacups. My blue couch. Am I ridiculous?
And of course, with some fresh flowers in the room, I can really feel summer in Paris has finally arrived. However, now it’s back to the real world, and a transitional month and the speed really picking up right about now.
As a side note, I have many memories from University on Rue Chapon. It’s a lovely street near the Pompidou with various gross sales shops and beautiful buildings with shadow-filled streets. But now there’s a new hub on this very quaint rue: Café Loustic.
Café Loustic was opened oh so recently by coffee connoisseur and avid Yelper, Channa. Let’s just say his taste in déco is unlike any other café I know of in Paris. It’s perfection. The tones are relaxing and are as cozy as can be. The wallpaper is sublime, and from the tiles to the the bench of seats facing the shelf of deliciously plump tartes and treats, your eyes will wander. Every pattern goes together just perfectly, and it’s got this sort-of-rustic-vintage-industrial-chic feel that makes me crave an espresso as soon as I walk in. Like a sudden need for a burst of energy.
The café itself is set up in a way that is wonderful for a chit-chat, with the people you came with, or for other coffee lovers sipping one of Channa’s delicious brews next to you.
The grub comes on and off from the fabulous Kale Project, Sugar Daze as well as Emperor Norton (see the fancy sandwich in the below). What I loved the most was that the sandwich was toasted and not microwaved, which made it nice and crispy yummy… not too big and not too small. For lunch they’ve got deals with quiches and salads with a bevvie and the likes. Or even pop in for a sweet and espresso for an afternoon pick-me-up. But be careful, you’ll sink into the beautifully patterned, über comfortable couches in the back and getting up will seem slightly harder than you expected.
I’m pretty sure popping in here to sip an espresso once a week and flipping through a magazine before work would be the most amazing routine of all time.
A perfect spot for a cuppa and smiles. I’m anxious to learn more about coffee. He’s got some intense equipment & contraptions at Loustic.
40, rue Chapon, 75003
Tél: 09 80 31 07 06
Métro: Arts & Metiers (3) & Rambuteau (11)