Picture the scene. Two American gals wandering the streets of Paris, searching for food somewhere in the vicinity of the Eiffel Tower. We were looking for, and eventually found, a restaurant that was recommended by our handy Rick Steves guidebook. What we could not account for, unfortunately, was the tendency of French restauranteurs to close up house whenever they so choose. We looked up another place on the Yelp app on my phone and walked there. Closed. Mon dieu! I pulled up Café de Mars, which was next on our Yelp list, and blessedly, it was open! And, although we did not have the all-important reservation for any Parisian restaurant worth dining at in the evening, they squeezed us in--literally--into a small table for two in a back corner. Despite the awkward cramping of my tall frame into the back chair, I was rather delighted with the place right away. It's small, warm, and intimate. And a little bit hip. The bar was busy, and I enjoyed listening to the conversation between the American girl working behind it, who explained how she came to Paris to study art, and found herself working the bar in this Café part time as a favor to a friend. It just sounds like such an American-in-Paris kind of story. The cafe had an eclectic assortment of cookbooks on the shelf behind me, which I was happy to peruse while we waited for our food. Our server was swift to bring over a menu board for us to peruse while we made important deliberations, and was just as efficient as I had come to expect of my Parisian wait staff by then. We had been in Paris for several days by this point, and were starting to get pressed to try the next new thing. (We are not into the safe "steak and frites" tourist fare.) I finally landed on the Chilean sea bass in a curried pumpkin sauce and a goat cheesecake for dessert. It was exquisite. We had just enough time to enjoy our meals when we were gently asked if we were ready for our check. This is not typical of French restaurants--you can usually stay for as long as you please, which indeed we could have if we had made a reservation. However, another gentleman was waiting for our table. This was not a rude exchange at all, and I was happy that they were so accommodating to us in the first place. We happily paid, left, and capped off the night with a viewing of the lights on the Eiffel Tower. Lovely! I would recommend Café de Mars to anyone. read more