It smells like pizza from the outside, or at least like a wood fired oven, which is a good sign. For a moment the inside had me in New York with Billy Joel and other American pop songs on the stereo, but then you speak English, get a blank stare and you're back in Paris.
The Pizza was good, a nice slightly charred crust, decent toppings. So was the Linguine Florentine, a nice bunch of mussels on garlicky Linguine. The only *doh* on my part was the chocolate mousse. I should have known better, but figured, this is Paris. The mousse was more pudding than a Julia Child - Raw Egg - Chocolate extravaganza, but since this is Pizza, my bad.
The Service didn't really scale, the waiter was *very* nice and rushed around the entire time, but as the crowd grew, you could see the for service growing as well. Since we were not in a rush, no big deal, and the waiter was never idle, so it's not as if he was being rude and when I signaled for the check or anything he hopped to it. If you are vacationing and have time, this is not a big deal.
An enjoyable meal, and a good break from heavier/meatier Parisian fare.
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