Paris' Coutume Café Boasts Imported Beans and a NYC-Imported Barista
This week, Jaunted correspondent Heidi Atwal takes us along to Paris, uncovering the hidden bits found in between sessions of copious macaron and butter consumption. And we do mean copious. Make sure to check in daily for dispatches from the City of Light.
It was a passing tip in a free magazine we picked up on London's streets that led us to Paris' Coutume Café, a coffee shop as decidedly anti-Starbucks as it gets. With a barista flown in from New York to head up their java producing operations, a carefully curated selection of imported beans, and monthly coffee tasting sessions for hardcore aficionados (think wine tasting, only sniffing and dry tasting rather than swirling and sipping), it's clear that Coutume is a place where the art of Joe is taken very, very seriously.
Our selections were simple: the French equivalent of a long black and a signature Coutume Café latte, bearing similarities to a flat white, yet with a dollop of crème fraiche thrown in for decadent measure. We left sufficiently buzzed, our limbs mildly convulsing as we later braved the hour-long line to scale the Eiffel Tower via ascenseur.
Tucked away on a nondescript street in the 7th, Coutume is one of those places that locals know, love, and frequent often. Here, staff members' adoration of coffee is near palpable, with one barista referring to his New York counterpart's skill set as "inspirational." Make the effort to travel off the beaten track to sample Coutume's offerings and you'll be rewarded with a palate punching brew, shakes included. It hurts so good.
[Photos: Heidi Atwal]