Sogno — Restaurant in Paris

On our last night in Paris, I reluctantly agreed to dinner…my feet were blistered from the day before, and all I wanted was an early sleep. Instead, my husband and I stumbled into what became the most unforgettable meal of our entire trip. Sabrina welcomed us warmly and sat us outside with a perfect view of the sparkling Eiffel Tower. Her partner, Tomas, who also happens to be the chef, opened our wine and joined in conversation throughout the night. At Sabrina’s suggestion, we ordered the Melanzane Ripiene di Manzo Brasato and the Mezze Maniche alla Gricia. Both dishes were outstanding. It was the kind of food that brings back childhood memories. Though I’m not Italian, it reminded me of meals at my Gramma’s table in small-town Canada, where she used ingredients straight from her garden. We stayed long after dessert, closing down the restaurant while chatting with Sabrina and Tomas about their hopes and dreams, and how Paris has changed throughout their lives. It was one of those rare evenings where food, people, and place come together. Sabrina told us “Sogno” means “dream” in English. That night truly was. If you find yourself in Paris, do yourself a favour, please go to...

Tucked into a promising corner, Sogno aims for rustic Italian charm but unfortunately delivers a forgettable and underwhelming dining experience.

Our evening began with a lemon cocktail that could generously be described as basic — essentially lemonade with a splash of gin, served without garnish or flair. A glass of wine followed, unremarkable but serviceable.

The arancini starter arrived lukewarm and underseasoned, setting the tone for what was to come. The mains — a stuffed eggplant and linguine with clams — were not only bland but served cold. The linguine swam in olive oil, with no trace of the bright acidity or aromatics you’d expect from white wine, lemon, garlic, or even pepper. We reached for the cheese and table pepper shaker just to coax out some flavor.

Adding to the discomfort, the kitchen and restrooms share a cramped basement space — an unfortunate proximity in any restaurant, worsened by unclean facilities and a lack of basic supplies like toilet paper.

Sogno may have the name of a dream, but it served us something far closer to a culinary letdown. With better execution, attention to hygiene, and a serious rethink of flavors, there might still be hope — but...

Another fantastic meal at SOGNO. My partner and I spent a week in Paris, and we chose to return here for our last night.

We had the buratta, the casarecce, the fusilotti, and the tiramisu.

The buratta was spectacular, with an absolutely gorgeous presentation. The confit tomatoes and onions added an unexpected brightness to the dish, taking it from great to absolutely amazing.

The casarecce was bright, light, and delicious. The arugula pesto at SOGNO is masterfully executed.

The fusilotti was expertly done; a perfectly balanced dish with just the right levels of acidity and salt. The eggplant was cooked very well, and the pasta was very good quality.

The tiramisu was very good, but the mousse is the dessert to order here, it's unbelievably delicious.

Service, as always, was spectacular....