Puttin' on the Ritz
There are moments which need to be experienced when living in Paris. One of these moments is and now was a cocktail at the Hemingway Bar in the Ritz. After having read so many positive articles (my favorite by Jefferson Hack) about it, my baby had the brilliant idea of having cocktails at the most glamorous bar in the world (this is at least what it used to be).
Forget the picture. I made a total different experience. When we arrived everything was great. A classy decorated bar with classy waiters and extraordinary cocktails. With the first sips we enjoyed the last romantic minutes at this place. The ambiance was gone when two young men with sprinting shoes and jeans entered, ordering cocktails and talking disturblingly loud. I don't want to be discriminating so I leave out telling where they came from.
To have at least a little fun at the Ritz, we went to the elevator to stroll around the corridors and see if everything is allright. This was fun and interesting. We greeted some of the guests chummily and went down again. To be clear, we did not steal something or spend some illegal fun time in one of their rooms. No, nothing at all plus I am sure the older guests enjoy to have some charming young couple around. When we came down one of the security persons stopped us and called us "respectless" and "misbehaving". Dazed by the alcohol I did not really listen to him but as far as we know it was an invitation to leave.
Where has all the glamour gone? These days you find restrictions everywhere. It is forbidden to smoke in bars (although it did not affect anyone for years), you are not allowed to wander around in the Ritz without being a guest - but you are allowed to enter a bar inappropriatelly dressed, talking as you were alone, eating and drinking without manners if you are willing to pay. Now I ask myself who is really respectless and misbehaving?










We sat down inside and I was not talking for a few minutes to just enjoy the atmosphere…les très chic parisian crowd ordering lunch, elegantly dressed waitresses taking orders, the buffet with delicious pastries, everything a bit old fashioned where you seem to step in a picture of 1920 where business people would have lunch in an old coffeehouse. We ordered our meal which was very tasty and of course we did not miss to get pastries afterwards. This was my first but not last Mille-feuille I ate there, if you know what I mean...
Musée Jacquemart-André

I would really recommend this restaurant for a Saturday Lunch or coffee during shopping. The people visiting the restaurant are more conservative but in a sympathetic way. I will never go shopping at Bon Marché but eating there is a good thing.