Le Souffle captures the essence of that giddy, "Ahhhhh, I'm in Paris!" feeling. It's hard not to be completely charmed before you even reach the adorable, baby blue facade. (Rue du Mont Thabor feels a world away from Rue du Rivoli.) The savory souffles are silky, delicate and warming on cold nights, and it's impossible not to enjoy their sweet counterparts. (Order the Grand Marnier souffle. It's accompanied by the entire bottle and they didn't seem to mind when we treated ourselves to an extra pour or two.)
I understand some of the criticisms shared by other reviewers. It's true that you won't be eating with locals, and I typically avoid restaurants of this ilk. That said, what could be more French than eating a souffle in France?! If you're worried about not getting an "authentic experience," get over it for an hour (because, yes, they will move you out quickly) and let yourself indulge in being a tourist! You'll have a souffle-centric dinner, be served by a wait staff that will happily speak English, and sign the bill just as your jetlag sets in. I recommend Le Souffle to all first time visitors and am thinking about returning on my next (8th) visit to Paris.
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