Posts tagged Aux Deux Amis
Our Guide to Paris: Aux Deux Amis
Jul 30th
The room is retro but the food is fresh at this Oberkampf wine bar, where a truly mixed crowd quenches their thirst with natural wine and nibbles pedigreed ingredients, served without pretense. Fun.
Practical information
Address: 45 rue Oberkampf, 75011
Nearest transport: Oberkampf (5, 9)
Hours: Closed Sunday, Closed Monday
Reservations: Last minute booking usually OK
Telephone: 01 58 30 38 13
Map
Blogger Buzz: Guy Savoy and Aux Deux Amis
Jun 20th
Guy Savoy, Haute Cuisine That’s Worth the Wound to Your Wallet, A-;
Aux Deux Amis, A Sweet Little Bisto, B
Quite understandably, given their vertiginous prices, one of the questions that I’m asked most often is which Michelin three-stars are worth the wound to the wallet. It’s a tough one to answer, too, since I don’t go to any of them as often as I’d like, and they do have their ups and downs. So I was delighted the other day when a pal who’s as food mad as I am invited me to lunch at Guy Savoy.
I hadn’t been to this exalted table for a longtime and was honestly curious as to what I’d find, too. As my memory served me, Guy Savoy has always offered superb service and reliably very fine food, but was rarely a place where any single dish stopped me in mid-sentence.
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Blogger Buzz: Connaissez-vous Aux Deux Amis, David et Mathieu?
Jun 17th
Hier, à l’heure de l’apéro, rendez-vous avec l’ami Sébastien Demorand pour partager quelques mots et mets Aux Deux Amis, petit café comptoir bénéficiant d’une agréable terrasse ou filles et garçons sous pression, viennent désaltérer leurs soifs. Si la bière San Miguel peuple les tables de son ambre cylindre, la liste des vins nature couvre une vigneronne géographie du bon goût.
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Blogger Buzz: Wine Bars – Aux Deux Amis and Tombé du Ciel
Jun 11th
Natural wines and simple food served in a quirky space by handsome hipsters is the formula for many popular bars à vins in Paris. Seriously, there are enough of these places to form an athletic conference, something I would very much like to see: Uniforms would be graphic Ts and shaving would be forbidden on game days. Gatorade would be replaced by pineau d’aunis. Swimming events would be held in the Canal St. Martin. There would be non-athletic contests as well, including debate competitions to see who could most persuasively proselytize to the unconverted among us who do not believe that sulphites are the work of the devil. Le Verre Volé would be the perpetual champs, kind of like the Yankees, and loved and despised as much.
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Blogger Buzz: Aux Deux Amis
May 12th
I think I may have found my happy place. In this place, men who are handsome enough to have worked at le Chateaubriand bring me glass after glass of natural wine. I soak these up with small plates of food that look simple, are made with foodie approved ingredients (Thiebault veggies), and taste a little like love.
My happy place isn’t decorated like a 1970s dive bar. It just is a 1970s dive bar. I am surrounded by carefully scruffed kids in Converse, and the stereo is playing songs we haven’t heard since high school. The final bill includes small prices for food that’s noted as “solides divers”.
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Blogger Buzz: Aux Deux Amis in the 11th
May 11th
Totally fun, totally good, totally delightful.
5.3 Aux Deux Amis, 45 rue Oberkampf in the 11th, 01.58.30.38.13, closed Sundays (for now) and Mondays, has a lunch menu at 19.50 and wines by the glass and pot (14-20 €), and is a real throw-back bar/cafe to the 1970′s Le Fooding says, but to me it looks more those of the 1950′s.
Three of us went with no expectations except to have fun (two were new and wonderful “find” friends) and we did. The “menu” is simple, straightforward and uncomplicated. Today, there was a choice of three starters – Joel Thiebault’s radishes with butter, a (probably Joel Thiebault) beet (that Madame had) and eggs mayo, which the other two of us had and all hit the spot.
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