Al Caratello — Restaurant in Paris

Aha! I've cracked the code. After years of meticulously, and I mean meticulously, eating my way through Paris, I have finally found it. My favorite restaurant in the City of Light. The place I will return to, trip after trip, until they get sick of me and change the locks. The one, the only... [dramatic pause]... a little Italian joint. I know, I know. The sacrilege! The betrayal! My friends, who have witnessed my devotion to all things French, from buttery croissants to perfectly-seared duck confit, are currently staging an intervention. But hear me out. For years, I’ve been on a quest for the perfect Parisian bistro. I’ve had stunning steak frites, revelatory coq au vin, and enough cheese to build a small, delicious fortress. And yet, there was always something missing. A certain je ne sais quoi, a certain... zing.

And then, there was the “Ristorante” (I’ve changed the name to protect the innocent and also because I want to be able to get a table). From the moment I walked in, I knew this was different. The red tablecloths weren't just for show; they were a battle flag of flavor. The aroma of garlic, basil, and something that can only be described as "pure happiness" hit me like a ton of bricks.

The waiter (and possibly the owner?), a man who looked like he had been put on this earth solely to bring people pasta, gestured to a small table in the window. I sat down and was immediately handed a menu. But what's this? No fancy French phrases! Just simple, beautiful words: "Lasagna," "Ossobucco alla Boscaiola," "Gnocchi Fellini." It was like coming home.

I went with the lasagna, because if you can't get a good lasagna, what's the point of anything? When it arrived, it was a masterpiece. A bubbling, cheesy, meaty tower of glory. The kind of lasagna that doesn't just fill your stomach, but your soul. Each bite was a revelation.

I finished the entire thing, leaving a plate so clean I'm pretty sure they could just use it again. Then came the dessert: a panna cotta so light and creamy, I swear it levitated for a moment.

So, yes. I have betrayed my Parisian principles. I have fallen in love with a restaurant that serves Italian food. But you know what? I'm not even sorry. Because in a city of unparalleled culinary excellence, I finally found the place that feels like my own. And sometimes, it's not about the Michelin stars or the perfect French technique. Sometimes, it's just about a really, really good lasagna. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to book my next flight. I have a date with a delicious, cheesy slab of...

From the moment I stepped into this enchanting Italian oasis, I knew I was in for an extraordinary experience. The restaurant, a gem tucked away from the hustle and bustle, offers an ambience that can only be described as impeccable. Warm, inviting, and impeccably styled, it serves as the perfect backdrop for what was to be an unforgettable dining experience.

As a vegetarian, it's often a challenge to find dishes that are both flavorful and satisfying, but this place surpassed all expectations. Each dish was a masterpiece of culinary excellence, blending traditional Italian flavors with innovative vegetarian twists. From the rich, creamy rigatoni to the perfectly al dente pastas adorned with vibrant, fresh vegetables, every bite was a revelation. The chefs here truly understand the art of vegetarian cuisine, turning simple ingredients into gastronomic delights.

The hospitality extended by the staff was beyond 7-star, making me feel cherished and well-cared for throughout my dining experience. Their attention to detail, warm smiles, and eagerness to please added a layer of warmth and comfort to the evening. The wine selection was equally impressive, featuring a curated collection of Italian wines that complemented the meals exquisitely. Whether you're a wine aficionado or simply enjoy a good glass of wine, the selection here is bound to impress.

A highlight of the evening was the interaction with the owner, who truly goes above and beyond to ensure guests have a phenomenal experience. It's evident that this restaurant is not just a business, but a passion project fueled by love for Italian cuisine and genuine hospitality.

I wholeheartedly recommend this Italian haven to friends, family, and anyone in search of an exceptional dining experience. The combination of flavorful, tasty vegetarian dishes, impeccable ambience, and unparalleled hospitality makes it a must-visit destination. I'm already looking forward to my next visit, eager to explore more of the culinary delights that this remarkable restaurant...

This is my very first (and hopefully last) review I write on Google.

Today on the 26th of May, my girlfriend and I made a reservation at Al Caratello for two at 20u30.

We were on time and unfortunately saw the restaurant had no seperate place anymore except for two chairs near three girls. I believe a reservation is made to make sure two customers can have dinner at a restaurant.

Despite my girl's birthday, we did not have any problems with the placement, and ordered something to eat. Well spoiler... the food earned the one star.

Just only two minutes after our order, my girlfriend received her plate, and about five minutes later I told her to begin before it gets cold. Another five minutes later, finally I could start mine.

During the main course, we saw a group of 6 people waiting outside to have a seat. While the girls took off, it was clear our place was the only one to fit for the six people waiting outside. So, our plates were taken out of our sight as soon as we had the last bite.

I then ordered a tiramisu, but in the meantime the waiter placed the bill also on our table. To be clear, we did not ask for the bill at all.

Complety frustrated with the situation, we decided to end this terrible mismanagement and went for a fine drink some place further...

Time schedule (fyi): 20u30: arrival restaurant, table near three girls, we should have split the bill I know realize... 20u40: main course of my girlfriend ready 20u50: my food ready 21u00: tiramisu and bill 21u15: we had to leave the restaurant...

Thank you...