Showing posts with label 8ème arrondissement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8ème arrondissement. Show all posts

Friday, October 14, 2011

Coffee Connoisseurs Continue their Quest at Café Coutume

I ran into P. at CUPA the other day (we were both there straightening out some class logistics), and we decided to grab lunch together - and coffee. P. is a barista in Portland, so he knows his java - he's one of the friends who put his seal of approval on La Caféothèque a few weeks ago. So I knew I was in for a treat when he suggested a nearby café in the 7eme arrondissement.

When you walk into Café Coutume, you feel like you've stepped out of Paris and into some trendy little place in Brooklyn or LA. The décor is done in a soothing color palette; minimalist, but with some charming quirks. Plants grow out of stainless steel sinks, and there are rolling office chairs at a little side bar. There's a diagram of the human tongue on the wall.

Once seated, we were brought the menus (attached to clipboards) and a carafe d'eau. But this wasn't just any carafe d'eau - it was a test tube!


P. ordered a regular black coffee, while I opted for a café crème. FYI, that's what you have to order if you want coffee with cream in France - and it always costs extra. No free little containers of non-dairy creamer here! But no matter, I was quite hungry and didn't feel like subjecting my empty stomach to the burn of black coffee (albeit black coffee made from single-origin beans roasted on the premises). Usually when you order a café crème, you get a shot of espresso with the milk already mixed in, or on the side. But at Café Coutume, I got a lovely surprise:

Remember, I ordered a café crème, not a cappuccino! And it was as delicious as it was pretty!

Then came lunch. I ordered their Lebanese offering, which came impeccably presented on one of those trendy square plates:


An elegant presentation of tabouleh, flanked by succuluent roasted eggplant, a blob of creamy goat cheese, and some baby greens drizzled with lemon oil. Everything lightly sprinkled with sesame seeds. You could tell just by looking (and by tasting!) that these were high-quality ingredients. So high quality, in fact, that I think the 8,50€ price tag was well-justified.

I also noted as we were leaving that Café Coutume sells small bundles of vanilla beans from Madagascar. There were perhaps 7-10 bean pods in each bundle, which went for about 7,50€ each - though nothing compared to the deals I got in Madagascar, it's still the best price I've seen since leaving the island.

We then strolled up to Invalides...

...then across the Seine into the 8eme arrondissement - the part that's filled with high-end couture shopping (aka, nowhere near my appartment!) - where we gawked into the windows purportedly selling "stylish" clothes. Is it just me, or do "designer" stores often sell a lot of ugly things, too?

Then it was off to the metro to catch line 14 for class at INALCO!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Guess I should hang onto this after all...

...and by "this" I meant a photocopy of a map of the 8ème arrondissement that the staff at the CUPA office kindly made for me to help me find my way to look at a potential place to live where I will be living this fall!

How did this all come about, you ask? Well, since I was the first CUPA student to arrive and visit the CUPA office, the staff was kind enough to tip me off to a potential housing opportunity: a room available for rent in the apartment of a professor and his wife.

When I walked into the apartment for the first time and saw the antique harp sitting in the corner, I had a feeling that this was just too serendipitous not to happen...

The area is centrally-located, beautiful and safe; there's a nearby organic market; and I have my own bathroom - what's not to love? The closest métro stop is Villiers (ligne 3), in case you were wondering. The professor told me there's even a bus from that leaves from a spot close by and goes directly to the Sorbonne!

My French horoscope got one thing right - les planètes did indeed me gâtent cette semaine (the planets spoiled me this week)! Planets, fate, divine intervention, serendipity, chance - call it what you will, but I think my friend was right when he observed that I do seem to "always land on my feet" when I travel abroad.

So for those of you who have been worrying about the fact that I flew to France without a place to live, ne vous inquiétez pas - I move in Thursday!