It's been over 80 years now that this Halles typical Parisian brasserie (zinc, Art Deco lamps, wallpaper with beautiful bunches of grapes...) have been welcoming gourmets and epicureans all night. The aptly named Poule au Pot made this specialty (that Henry IV wanted to put on the tables of his subjects on Sunday noon) its symbolic dish. The reputation of this legendary establishment has gone around the world, and as the guestbook opened in 1980 by Bernard Lavilliers reports it, the greatest artists have feasted here (Sinatra, the Rolling Stones, Prince, or Coluche). But Poule au Pot is also a pure dive into the traditional French gastronomy as we like, generous and greedy, showcasing our terroir. The classics are on the menu: eggs casserole with foie gras, soup gratin with white wine, Burgundy terrine, fried camembert, chicken and rice in suprême sauce, veal kidneys with mustard cream, salmon fillet with white butter and champagne, prime rib with Béarnaise sauce for 2, profiteroles with the vanilla ice-cream topped with the chocolates or tart of the creamy demoiselles Tatin flambéed with Calvados. People come here with a single slogan: "In these places where very diverse testimonies meet, let us share the same appetite".
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