Parisian address offering traditional French cuisine revisited, grilled meats and a menu of salads.
The name does not frighten you here it is spicy but not hot spicy. All tastes are allowed... The concept is simple: traditional French cuisine revisited with flavours of the world. And the travel is astonishing. Let us take for example the homemade foie gras often served with stewed onions. At Spicy, the flavours that accompany it are a wooded whisky (16 years old Lagavulin) and exotic (passion liqueur) with dried fruits farmouhouse bread accompanied with black garlic jam. Still not convinced of scenery? The onion soup in Phô way, shrimps, vermicelli, soya bean sprouts, basil... Do you still want some. The roasted steak of 350 grams is flavoured with sweet spices, pepper 5 bays sauce, gratin in Indian way... Come on, you can end with a wellness fruit salad with aloe vera - well, that is not only useful for the shower... - and litchi. Also on the menu, snacks, salads or milkshakes, also spicy...
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Members' reviews on AU PAVILLON DE PARIS
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The food was terrible. We had onion soup and tartare and I sent back the tartare. It looked like ground meat straight out of the supermarket package, I sent it back to the kitchen. About the soup, the stock tasted like bottle stock and the onion was almost raw, it looked like it was just cut and boiled for 5 minutes. Unacceptable food.
I did not see anybody finishing their food plates.
The waitress was nice, but I would not recommend anybody to eat in this restaurant.
Le brunch est tout à fait correct, même si en cherchant bien pour ce genre de prix on peut avoir de la meilleure qualité dans l'assiette. Ceci dit c'était très bon et copieux, ça fait le job.
La cuisson des éléments était bonne, et les légumes ok.
L'accueil vraiment top, sympa et avec le sourire ça fait très plaisir.
Comme dans beaucoup d'endroit à Paris, manger en terrasse = manger sur le trottoir avec vu sur les cyclistes et leur manque de civisme et les voitures, specimen en voie de disparition dans la capitale. Mais ça, le lieu n'y est pour rien.