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Adresse: 47 rue de Ponthieu, 75008 Paris, France
Stadt: Paris
Menü Gerichte: 16
Bewertungen: 6962
Webseite: http://www.restaurant-lesensunique.paris
"'Let us guess the temperature in Paris today,' said C with a grin.'Okay, let me check,' harrumphed G, grappling for his phone past the cool glass of chilled red wine he'd just poured. 'I reckon 33 degrees,' said C, and I agreed.'There is no way it is 33. Voila!' said G, triumphantly. '30, but feels like 32. I told you. 33? Honestly...'Lunchtime, Paris in a heatwave: we are sat just inside the restaurant on the edge of the outdoor pavement terrace at Restaurant Le Sens Unique, surrounded by the old street signs that adorn the walls here, and somehow this feels like the most important topic imaginable. We know it feels hot, but it seems crucial that we know precisely how hot. We could - and will - talk about any number of things, whether family, work, politics, but the exact temperature is presently the most pressing matters at hand.Hungry diners wander in off the street, compelled by the site of people like us engaged in earnest, meaningful conversation about the important issues of the day over plates of perfectly-presented French dishes, only to be disappointed when they are turned away; the restaurant is completely full.Like the alien I am, I am offered the English menu before making out just enough of the waitress's description of the special of the day she details to my friends to know that it is a salade niçoise, which somehow feels like the best choice for a day like today. G rolls his eyes when he hears this is a special of the day, muttering something about it being some fancy overpriced version of a simple dish designed to make him spend more money. C orders the same, much to G's disgust, who orders duck. We're asked how we want our tuna cooked, both opting for medium, and we're both impressed when a large bowl is presented to us complete with a large pink tuna steak sliced over the rest of the traditional niçoise ingredients, all exquisitely prepared and sliced.Dessert is not a remote possibility after C and I struggle our way through the best part of a whole huge salad and most of a bottle of chilled red wine. As G settles the bill and we finish the remains of the bottle, he engages in a conversation with the oh-so-chic waitress about the quality of her tan, which would have probably caused a blush if it weren't for how brown her face was. As we leave the busy, quirkily-decorated brasserie, conversation turns back to the high temperatures as we try to find shade on Rue de Ponthieu, to Paris shutting down in August, to vacations, and to when we will return to this fabulous spot again."
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