Ask anyone their favorite restaurant in all of Paris, and nine out of ten smile, sigh, and give you exact same response.
Chez Georges.
On Rue de Mail, as there are several.
The tiny slice of a bistro, with romantic lace curtains making it impossible to see what lies inside from the street.
Add to that the door is always just a wee bit ajar, beckoning you in, yet creating an air of initimacy and discretion.
The turn of the century red banquettes are of course, elbow to elbow, and don’t even think of having to get up to use the WC during your meal. You are tucked in so snug behind your table it takes a professional to pull your table out when you are finished.
