The restaurant Georges, like the Cafe Marly by the Louvre, has recently come under fire for a policy of seating only the most beautiful by the window, meaning that the ugly fuckers get the seats at the back.
It may come as a surprise but I actually have a little bit of sympathy for this policy. It’s not quite the same thing, but when I used to work in restaurants, we had a policy of seating as many clients outside or at the very least by the window… so that it would look busy to passers-by and hopefully attract more clients.
Admittedly, stories of turning away potential clients who only had the misfortune to be wearing practical footwear have been plentiful, but honestly, knowing that it’s the Costes group who own these two hotspots, one should not be too surprised. (Have you ever to the Hotel Costes?? I know grown men who have come away weeping for their mothers after just forty-five minutes at the bar.)
Speaking of that, my mum was in town for a few days last week. We decided to go and see the Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibition at the Pompidou Centre… like the other five thousand people and their dogs, I hear you tut.
We hadn’t made plans for afterwards but as we take that escalator up the side of the building, getting higher and higher, there was only one option.
The view from the top of the Pompidou Centre is really quite breathtaking. While the view from Burnt Cream HQ is not half bad, to actually be in amongst the monuments (rather than viewing it as a panaroma) was spectacular.
“Shall we meet here for lunch afterwards?” The deal was done.
Much could be said of the physical attractiveness of the fellow guests (but considering it was a Wednesday lunchtime, the bar was not too high) but what really took the biscuit was the sheer heights of bimbo-dom that our hostess was going to take us to. The phrase “to have more beauty than brains” has never really been so pertinent before. Fortunately, our waiter had just as many attractive genes as the hostess and yet a few more brain cells.
The lunch went smoothly. The restaurant is beautifully designed. Attentive service. Good food. Our wine glass was always topped up. Solid. A very good experience that should happen at least once in a lifetime.
Two omelettes, a club sandwich, a bottle of Leflaive’s 2011 Chardonnay and a couple of coffees later, we ended up with a bill only fractionally short of a hundred shiny copper pieces… but when you’re in a restaurant like this, it’s not to count the pennies.
Essential Information Address: 6th floor of the Pompidou Centre, 75004 Telephone: 01 44 78 47 99 Website: Georges, Facebook Opening Hours: from midday til 2am, every day except Tuesday. Reservations: not necessary for lunch, but advisable for the evening. Suggested footwear: whatever you have, as long as it’s designer! Key Words: fancy, classic, French