Our last night in Paris came fast and unapologetically, as the end to vacations usually do. Our new friend Nic arranged for us to have dinner at The Bachaumont, a stunning boutique hotel that could not have been a more perfect send off. It also happens to be the sister restaurant to the place where we ate the best steaks of our life at midnight the night before. But, let me back up.
After our Champagne tour ended the day before, our sommelier Nic, invited us back to his place for insane views, incredible wine and for dinner at the restaurant where he is the wine buyer—The Beef Club. We were exhausted, but there was no hesitation…we were going to muster up the energy to get a local experience.
And it completely made our trip to Paris. Laugh all you want at the name, but when it comes to steaks, The Beef Club is not playing around. This is one of my top restaurant recommendations in the city.
Back at the Hotel Bachaumont, we were seated at the best table in the house (thanks, Nic) and I couldn’t help but notice the long taper candle that was lit to set the mood (but also a subtle reminder that the end was in sight).
The menu was perfection, like this salad de tomatoes & cerises (tomato & cherries), though not to be outdone by the decor.
In between courses, I gave myself a little tour of the place.
While my date waited patiently.
I almost asked to see a room, but I had a feeling dinner was waiting. Based on our experience at the restaurant and the gorgeous decor, I would recommend this as a place to stay room unseen. If you go, let me know how it is!
We ordered a few starters all of which we loved and I couldn’t resist the fish in beurre blanc (can you blame me?).
The rain came down, making the pavement glisten while we soaked up the last little bit of the evening.
We were finally on Paris time, and it was time to say au revior.
We replayed our week, agreeing that the people we met really made our time here unforgettable. There is something special about meeting people when you’re traveling. Certain moments I just want to bottle up and relive over and over. Like the night before when Nic surprised us by opening a bottle of 1985 Côte Rôtie he had been saving for the right time. He honestly changed my view of wine and the representation of time and place in a bottle. There was no way for my unrefined palette to describe what I tasted, as it was unlike anything I’d ever had before. The wine, much like that night, could never be replicated, but it will certainly live on as I think back to that one night at midnight in Paris.
Hotel Bachaumont. 18 rue Bachaumont, 75002. Paris, France. +33 1 81 66 47 00