Le Café des Beaux Arts

The service was good, and its location is unbeatable. I would certainly return. The food was OK to good, but then again I ordered some basics and wanted to rest more than eat. It’s a likeable place for resting your paws if you’re experiencing Paris as it should be– on foot. They have a bar and beers on tap. Staff was very good and they are service focused, I did note that. For that I’ll give it a bump from 4 to 5 stars.

Produits surgelés avec des énormes prix!!!
les tartines ça peut aller sauf accompagné de salade en sachet avec vinaigrette bouteille.
Magret très bof!!! accompagné de pommes de terre surgelés !!!limite arnaque quand tu reçois la note!!!

Sorry no photos this time but food was delicious. Stopped here yesterday after The Louvre & walking a bit. It was SO HOT & it felt good to sit even though the place (as most!) wasn’t air conditioned). Had a small plate of fresh tomatoes with even fresher mozzarella & olive oil, beautifully presented & SO tasty. Also a fresh fruit smoothie & sparkling water. Steve had a smoked salmon plate & a beer. He really enjoyed it as well. Excellent service too. Highly Recommended

Four of us stopped here for lunch and experienced none of the problems that others have posted about. Service was good. Food was prepared well. Everything was clean. Traditional Parisienne corner café. So, the food was traditional and kinda difficult to screw up. Good club sandwiches and salads.

A random spot by the Louvre that we stepped into since 1) we had to use the bathroom and 2) we were hungry. We ordered our first cheese plate in France that came with cured meat. This was super delicious and for a great price. We also had the goat cheese sandwich which was also delicious. I’d recommend getting the cheese and cured meat plate for sure. Service was not too great hence the minus one star.

Wow, I give this 1 star reluctantly. I made my reservations a week prior and asked for the Window seat for our very special evening. We were seated in the center if the room while a window seat sat empty for more than an hr. when I inquired was told that table is reserved? I spoke to the hostess and was told someone has to be unhappy why should it be them!!! We asked the owner and he said no it’s reserved than he sat and started at us.
We should have left but, didn’t want to ruin the special occasion, the rolls were like rocks and the butter ramekin you needed a torch to melt it was too hard to use. The food on a scale 1 – 10 is a 2 at best! The on line menu quotes a price if $ 17.95 for the Red Trout and the specials in the menu says $ 24.95. when i pointed that out to the Asst. Manager Casey, he said that the «summer menu» for another resturant. We googled it with him there, refreshed my phone per his request and his response??? Come back in summer !!! it shouldn’t be there on line. well its safe to say i will not recommend or return! These people are inexcusably rude, the foods over priced and bad!

A 2 inch (5cm) bug crawled out of my salad (salade scandinave) on my second bite. Waiter was also disgusted by the critter, cursed it, killed it, then had me pay in full for my café crème (5.4 euros).
When I tried to give him 20 euro and 40 cents for a clean 15 euro return, he refused and took just the 20 bill so he could get rid of carrying 60 cents coins instead of gaining 40 cent coins.
I am sorry for such a bad review when I would give 5 stars to any place on the Left Bank where you can be right on the Seine and not in the über touristy Notre Dame-​Saint Michel area. This place is the only place that fits the bill for that and I really hate that after visiting numerous times living here for months, I was truly taken back. Enough so that I created my first Unilocal reviewt to make sure others are aware.

Last night, January 29^th around 7pm while on vacation my freezing cold 68 year old, english speaking Peruvian mother walked in this place with my cousin while I hungout at Lovers Bridge with my girlfriend. About 20 minutes later my girlfriend and I showed up and my mom told me the waiter said «no English speaking customers» and told them to leave. My mom shrugged it off, ordered two teas and went to use the café’s bathroom. A waitress followed my mom in the bathroom and waited at the door crossed armed giving my poor little mom dirty looks when she came out, then followed her out. As my mom was telling me the story I couldn’t help to notice all the workers pointing and snickering at us not knowing I was staring right at them in their huge decorative mirror on the wall. Here’s the kicker. My cousin might be Hispanic but she lives in France and is fluent in French. She told me the two male workers and the female worker were talking the most smack on us for being American and looking poor. What the fuck? I’ve only been in the place for maybe 90 seconds. They were about 2 feet away from me. After my cousin told me what they said and after hearing what they did to my mom I turned around and let them know I knew what they were saying with a eye full of «fuck you». The waitress ran off, one of the males buried his face in his plate of food but the other male had the balls to step up right to my face and stare me down. Remember, I haven’t said a word yet. He just stepped right up almost nose to nose. So I let him know he was a fucking asshole and gave him the bird and he walked away and said «merci». This place and the people in it is why French people get a bad name with Americans. I’ve been here for 5 days so far and I’ve ran into the same ratio of assholes I’d run into back home in California. Anywhere in the world you visit is going to have its share of pricks, right? But the snobby, stuck up, classless, racist workers at this café and the way they not only treated me but my old sweet Peruvian mom gave all French people a bad name. These three workers are the description you are given of French people before you ever even visit France and that’s not fair to the French population. These three workers shouldn’t have jobs in the service industry. They should be given jobs at abortion clinics so every abortion they handle they’re reminded of what their own parents couldn’t afford. You guys are cunts.

Le Café des Beaux-​Arts… vu par LULU
Dieses Café verdankt seinen Ruhm der Kunstakademie… einige Schritte weiter gelegen… es war, und ist sicher noch, das beliebteste Café der Künstler, die aus dem Atelier kommend hier ein Rendezvous mit einer Begehrten hatten, etwas zusammen tranken, um anschließend auf dem gegenüberliegenden Pont des Arts den sommerlichen Abend an der Seine genießen und sich die kommende Nacht ausmalten…
Ein traditionelles Café also, wo der Café zwar etwas verbrannt schmeckt, wie in vielen in Paris… aber das fällt wohl hier nicht ins Gewicht wenn man verliebt ist… lach!
Es «gab» auch den berühmte Ball des Quat’z’Arts, erstmalig in 1892… er wurde ein letztes Mal im Jahr 1999 gefeiert… ich war dabei! Seitdem ist er untersagt, da die Initiation der neuen Schüler eher sehr roh auslief und oft in einer Orgie endete…
Außen und innen ist deshalb dieses Café in Rot gehalten, künstlerische Dekoration und hübsche Leuchter an der Decke… so hat man den Eindruck einen kleinen Palastes… Nach dem Besuch der Kunsthochschule kann man nicht an diesem Café alter Tradition vorbei gehen, ohne sich die Zeit genommen zu haben hier einen Moment zu verweilen…
Kaffee und Kunst… und dazu die Gunst, was für ein Leben… lach!
Und was geschah hier in diesem Café?
Hier die Geschichte:
«Der rote Pullover»
Wenn die Tür des Cafés sich öffnete und Gäste eintraten, spürte man den schon kühlen Herbstwind der vor dem Fenster die Blätter tanzen ließ.
Ein junger Mann in einem roten Pullover saß in Gedanken versunken am Tisch und beobachtete das Spiel wie es der Herbst so oft treibt!
Erneut kam von der Tür ein Windstoß; ein junges Mädchen trat ein, sie suchte vergeblich ihre die vom Wind zerzausten langen braunen Haare zu bändigen, die um ihr schönes ovales Gesicht fielen…
Ihre dunklen, unergründlichen Augen blickten in den Raum, fielen mit einem Lächeln auf den jungen Mann. Er glaubte, sie schon einmal gesehen zu haben, sie kam ihm bekannt vor?! Oder sie wieder zu erkennen, ohne sich sicher zu sein wo er sie getroffen hätte…
Er erhob sich und bat sie, an seinen Tisch Platz zunehmen! Sie setzte sich zu ihm, bedankte sich und lächelte ihn stumm an…
Sie erinnerte ihn an jemanden. Täuschte er sich? War es ein Zufall, wie er so oft mit den Menschen spielte?

Doch ihre Blicke genügten, um zu dieser späten Abendstunde ein Glücksgefühl herauf zu beschwören… mit leiser Stimme kamen sie ins Gespräch… die Zeit hingegen blieb nicht stehen;
Als kurz vor Mitternacht draußen ein Glockenschlag die Stille brach, waren sie noch im Gespräch, er hielt ihre schlanke hübsche weiße Hand in der seinen, leise auf sie einsprechend…
OH, sagte sie plötzlich, als der Glockenturm schwieg, ich muss gehen. Sie standen auf und traten vor das Café in die schon tiefe Nacht wo noch immer der Wind wie ein wildes Tier fauchte.
Wo wohnen sie, darf ich sie begleiten? Fragte der junge Mann, der sein Motorrad anspringen ließ.
Ja, gern, lächelte sie, es ist nicht weit. Aber mir fröstelt es fürchterlich!
Er hängte ihr seinen roten Pullover um, sie lächelte ihm dankbar zu, stieg hinten auf das Motorrad und schlang ihre beiden Arme um ihn, so fuhren sie davon und verschwanden bald in der Nacht…
Wo darf ich sie absetzen, fragte er sie? Bald… erwiderte sie ihm. Ich sage es ihnen!
Schon waren sie am Stadtrand, die wenigen Häuser die man sah, verloren sich in der Nacht, als sie ihn bat; «Hier bitte, wir sind angekommen!» Darf ich sie wiedersehen? fragte er… als sie abstieg. Aber sie lächelte nur und verschwand wie verschluckt in der Dunkelheit!
Der junge Mann sah sich verblüfft um; nirgendwo ein Haus, nur ein schmaler Weg führte ins Endlose vom Nebel verborgen!
Der Pullover fiel ihm plötzlich ein. Ach, dann wird er sie sicher wiedersehen, sie wird ihn ins Café zurückbringen…
Schon wendete er sein Motorrad, als ihm der Gedanke kam; aber «wo» wohnt sie nur, da ist kein Haus, fragt er sich und lenkte sein Motorrad herum, fuhr zurück bis zur Stelle wo er sie verlassen hatte… er sah den schmalen Weg und fuhr ihn entlang…
Schwarzen Äste hingen tief bis auf den Weg, der Wind wirbelte ihm das feuchte Laub ins Gesicht… alles wurde von dieser Finsternis verschluckt!
Plötzlich sah er im Scheinwerferlicht des Motorades seinen roten Pullover!
Er hing am Torgitter eines Friedhofes…
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Frei nach LULU– 22 November 2013

All of us enjoyed the hot ham sandwiches for lunch — open-​faced. All three types were great. The cold ham and cheese sandwich was popular with the kids. Service was good and efficient.

Ah, this is the droid I’m looking for. It took me a while to find this one on here. I went there with my brother last year after visiting The Louvre and before going on a boat tour. Seemed like a nice enough place, and I’d be able to cross eating at an outdoor café in paris off the bucket list. Despite some of the bad reviews on here, I was damn impressed! The waiter was actually patient with us stupid Americans and took the time to explain everything in English. Decided to be adventurous and try some new things, because when am I gonna be in Paris again? I ended up ordering a Rabbit Patee for the app and a salmon lasagna with salad for the entrée. BEST DAMN MEAL EVER! It was everything I had hoped for and more! Sure, it was on the pricey side, but you have to expect that at a place like this. The lasagna was so good, I felt bad for eating it all and wanted more to take with me. I think I even ate it prison style, with my arms around it so no one could get at it, it was so good! This place even led me to become a rabbit fan, despite never trying it before. Highly recommended for anyone taking a trip through Paris. Plus, it’s easy to find!

Other than the fact that we ended up at the table directly next to Sam Waterston (see uploaded picture), this place was a miss.
The service was pretty terrible. The Chicken Club was served with dark meat, skin on, and globs of fat on the chicken. I had to completely disassemble the sandwich and just eat the tomatoes and lettuce on the bread (both which weren’t fresh either). The pasta bolognese was good, I guess, but not awesome. For a few drinks and these two plates for almost 50E? Pick another Café down the street.

Meh. The lackluster-​but-​decent reviews and the outstanding location meant we grabbed dinner here on a Wednesday night. The place was fairly empty and we sat in the back of the restaurant. The low lighting and classic feel of the place could mean a totally sexy but not super expensive evening meal if you’re here for a romantic weekend.
I had the Berger salad, which was goat cheese on toast on greens and a few piece of tomato. The cheese wasn’t the best quality and the toast was burned. The salad just didn’t have enough… of anything… to impress me. My mom & aunt both had onion soup, which was surprisingly under-​salted. They thought the quality of the melty cheese was notable, but it was otherwise super underwhelming. They also had the smoked salmon and fresh cream on toast dish (can’t remember the real name). It was just that– raw smoked salmon laid on toast with a side ramekin of crème fraîche.
My red wine was pretty bad. Bottom of the bottle, few days old kind of bad.
Presentation was most definitely not an important point here. The food all came looking very office-​building cafeteria like, which made the average taste seem even less impressive.
My aunt’s favorite dessert is crème brûlée, and since we hadn’t had any yet we decided to stay and try it out. I’ll echo the previous review that their crème brûlée is really quite tasty– it’s vanilla-​y and light and has a great consistency. She slammed it and didn’t offer to let us try, so that’s a glowing recommendation. My mom ordered the dessert sampler and it had a tiny one on it so we actually got to taste it, too, but the sugar on ours was simultaneously burned and not totally melted. That’s just a sin.
We had to ask for our check twice and then finally go up to the bar to demand it. Service up until that point had been pretty good, but our waiter left after taking our dessert order and the other dudes clearly didn’t care.
Really, nothing atrocious happened and it was an ok meal, but the price tag hits you in the gut when you’re generally unimpressed with your experience, even if it is one of the less expensive options in the area.

Its great location drew us to this little café when La Balle au Bond was booked for a private party. Exhausted from strolling many museums, we fell into two comfortable seats inside the café, and were greeted with gracious service. Taking in the attractive turn-​of-​the-​century décor, lots of posters and traditional café tables, and chairs we opted for a planche (plank) of mixed meats and cheeses with bread, and were overwhelmed by the large and delicious assortment, all for only 22 Euros! I also spied a sign for my new favorite wine, Sancerre. Ahhhh! Crisp, light, and refreshing, it was the perfect accompaniement to my traditional French snack. Everyone seemed relaxed in this little café; locals stopped in for a glass, and the very congenial waiter even had a glass after he was off duty.
After a week in Paris, I felt so at home here, I opted for a second glass of wine, and watched the world go by, Parisien style!

When simple meats great! Simple place, friendly/​fun service (very different from your standard french service which is polite but a little distant). Had no idea i can write about this place…
I can say it has been a couple years since my last visit but it is a must stop eery time i am in Paris. A glass of Chablis or a 1664 beer and the best salad in the world.
Mesclun greens, warm steamed potatoes, smoked duck breast «bresaola“and mousse de foia gras meltong over the hot potatoes. It doesn’t sound sane or anything special but the flavor combo and the simplicity of it just make this dish even more memorable.
Had it first tme several years back and the flavor never left my memories.

Les plats sont assez bon et classique, toutefois rien de sensationnel, excepté les prix.

We were hungry and this was the first place we came across. Entrees were about 15 – 20 Euro each which was pretty pricey but the meal was good so I can’t complain. Honestly it probably would have gotten 3 stars at first… but then we had dessert!!!
*Salmon: Nicely cooked. Served with a salad and pasta (no sauce) and a lemon for the salmon.
*Duck breast: My cousin had it and said the sauce was delicious and the potatoes were cooked perfectly.
*Side salads on the entrees: Good dressing… very light.
*They served us a bottle of Vittel which was 6 Euro… pretty pricey for a bottle of water.
*Service was good… they were patient with my attempt at broken French and made small talk — very nice.
*And then there was dessert! The crème brûlée there was the best I ever had. It tasted like the burnt part of a roasted marshmallow — THE BEST PART OF THE MARSHMALLOW!!! We sat there for awhile trying to figure out what made it so amazingly light yet creamy… worth going to just for the crème brûlée in my opinion.

The food is fine, but… You can speak French, mind your manners, observe local customs and dress code, but no matter… it’s cool to be rude to Americans here. Don’t bother, you will be invisible here.

Un café typiquement parisien, un peu loin de tout…
Voilà un endroit idéal pour discuter au calme. Les lumières sont tamisées et les sièges plutôt agréables. Le patron et le serveur ont le sourire.
Ici, une carte de cocktails (10.0) mais pas de cocktails sans alcool.
La cuisine de bistrot est plutôt bonne (notamment les pâtes au saumon ou le poulet fermier et sa purée), mais c’est un peu cher pour ce que c’est.