Yesterday I visited the cellar at Chez Dumonet, my new favorite restaurant in Paris. It’s a place I could happily be imprisoned for life, subsisting off the thousands of Crémant de Bordeaux, Pauillac, Margaux, and Sauternes and slivers of foie gras on toast. It wouldn’t be a long life sentence, but it would be a happy one.

Chez Dumonet
117, rue du Cherche-Midi – Paris

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