A close friend of ours invited us to lunch at one of her favorite restaurants at the Cheval Blanc Hotel. The restaurant is called, "A Tout Paris". Interestingly, I've been before for cocktails and light snacks, but never for a full meal. I learned something new as well, they garnered their first michelin star in March of 2024.
The views from around the restaurant are fantastic. Some of the best views in the whole of Paris.
Today was Sunday, so the restaurant had a prix-fixe menu for lunch—code for “prepare to be very full very quickly.” It felt a bit overwhelming because there was so much food, but we powered through like the seasoned pros (and hungry people) we are.
Since I don't really drink, I swapped the Veuve Clicquot (came with meal) for a citrusy mocktail—bubbly in spirit, if not in alcohol. We also managed to polish off two bottles of sparkling water because, hydration is classy too.
ARTICHOKE HEARTS. The dish was served simply—blanched, then lightly tossed in a saffron dressing and adorned with a few tiny edible flowers. After all, it is spring. I love artichokes—leafs and all—but I wasn’t mad they skipped the whole deconstruct-it-yourself experience and just brought out the hearts. These were tender, flavorful, and included the soft, almost creamy stem. A beautifully composed dish.
Veal slightly seared. Then came the veal, which the menu described as being "in the spirit of a Niçoise salad." I’m not sure what spirit they were channeling, but it wasn’t the one I know. The veal was very lightly seared—just enough to give it a smoky kiss—leaving the meat rare, almost like a thick carpaccio. Not for everyone, because it is essentially raw, but I appreciated the boldness.
If I'm being honest, I'm not a fan of foams. So I left my bias behind and concentrated on the flavors. The flavors were spot on. The egg was poached perfectly. The pieces of lobster hidden under the foam added a nice nice sweet and savory flavor. Another hit.
For the plats, you had several choices for everyone, even a vegetarian dish. Some of the dishes had a supplementary costs, which is to be expected.
Our mains were accompanied by a generous spread of shared sides. There were mashed potatoes, elevated with just a hint of mustard for a tangy kick and topped with croutons for a bit of crunch—because why shouldn't mashed potatoes have texture too? A medley of vegetables added color and balance, alongside a warm pan of green peas mingling with tender asparagus.
To tie everything together, we were given three sauces: a red and a yellow béarnaise—both rich and creamy—and a deep, glossy demi-glace made from a well-reduced stock and wine. And of course, there was bread (because what is a meal without it?): one a robust, dark sourdough, the other a light, airy boule. Both excellent for unapologetic sauce-scooping.
That said, unless you order it à point (medium rare, which I did) or saignant (rare), you’re basically signing up for a wrestling match. French steak doesn’t do well overcooked—it gets tough fast.
Mine, thankfully, was grilled to perfection and absolutely delicious. It was also huge. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t conquer it all. Great dish, just a bit too much cow for one sitting.
I don't even know where to begin. Why not with the my favorite.
French toast. This was hands-down the highlight for me. A thick slice of brioche soaked in a rich egg custard, then pan-fried to golden perfection. The sugar caramelized into a crisp, crackly crust, while the inside stayed impossibly soft and custardy. Sure, they offered chocolate sauce and Chantilly cream on the side—but honestly, we all agreed it was best enjoyed plain. It didn’t need anything else. Simple. Sublime.
Chocolate tart. Coming in at a close second (at least for me) was the chocolate tart. It had a luscious, rich ganache shell that gave way to a smooth, light caramel custard filling. Silky, decadent, and just the right amount of indulgent. Now, my companions might argue the strawberry ice cream cake deserved second place—but we’ll call that a friendly dessert debate.
Final Note: We also had an array of sauces—chocolate, a tangy yogurt-raspberry coulis, and a scoop of rhubarb sorbet on the side. Yes, we definitely indulged… and have no regrets.
I’ve been to Le Cheval Blanc before—for apéros, and once for tea, well actually champagne, with the usual dainty sweets and delicate finger foods—but this was my first time going all in for a full meal. Personally, I love coming during the day to soak in that stunning panoramic view of Paris. Some of my friends, however, prefer the nighttime ambiance—"the city of lights", the Eiffel Tower doing its glittery show, the romance of it all. Honestly, there’s no bad time. The view is top-tier either way.
Now, onto the restaurant itself...
I thoroughly enjoyed it. They earned their first Michelin star in March 2024, and honestly, it makes sense. The atmosphere is sophisticated without being snooty. For a Michelin-starred spot, it wasn’t the least bit stiff or whisper-only. The tables were colorful and inviting—not the kind that make you feel like you need to straighten your posture and whisper in reverence.
The staff? Absolutely delightful. Engaging, funny, warm, and, best of all, human. None of that robotic, hyper-rehearsed service you sometimes get at high-end places. It felt like they actually liked being there—and by the end, we liked being there too. A lot.
Would we come back?
ABSOLUTELY. Possibly just for the view. Possibly just for the brioche French toast. Probably both.
The Details
The prix-fixe menu is €160 per person, and that includes a glass of Veuve Clicquot (yes, please) or a cocktail/mocktail. Do note: some dishes have a supplement, so don’t be surprised if your lobster costs a bit more (€35).
And since it's a set menu, definitely let them know about any allergies before things get rolling—unless you enjoy culinary allergy roulette.
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