It is probably heresy, but truth is truth. The best meal I’ve had in Paris so far has been Mexican.
I’m serious. A day later, I’m still drooling. Please meet Candelaria, a closet of a restaurant in the Marais, and the home of beautifully tasty tacos and tostadas and margaritas. We will be back.
The menu is simple: two kinds of tacos, a tostada and a choice of entrées between frijoles and guacamole.
We settled on tacos de hongas and del alambre. (A second set of alambre was drizzled with queso fundido.) And we also got a tostada de queso fresco. Combine with a couple of freezing cold Bohemias and a margarita, whose glass rim was smeared with cayenne.