All Bitches can agree that there are a few key ingredients to a delightful brunch: it begins with a chic setting, and continues on with delightful coffee service. Made all the better if your cappuccinos are whisked to your table by a handsome, attentive server. Delicious pastries, preferably croissants and cinnamon rolls, if you ask me (and you did), a mix of healthy options (like green juices), basic Bitch favorites (like Bennys and avocado toast), and inventive fare.
Claus had all of this—and it was located on a charming side street not far from the Louvre in Paris, which made it downright euphoric.
The restaurant is situated in two levels of a charming white Victorian home in the first arrondissement, with greenery hanging down from the second floor windows. As you queue outside waiting to be given permission to enter you watch the chic brunchers and the bustling waiters in white shirts and white aprons.
After a fifteen minute wait, we were whisked upstairs to the second level and seated by the window. Our waiter was a charming, handsome, 20-something Frenchman who lacked any of the stereotypical snobbery. He was fine with me taking my zillion photos and my mother’s terrible attempts at speaking French. In fact, he tried to teach us a thing or two, as did the mother-daughter duo dining beside us. It was such a fun experience.
The menu is divided into approximately 8-10 brunch packages, which include five or so items each: coffee or tea, orange juice or green juice, pastries or yogurt, and a brunch entree. These prix fixe brunch sets were all about 30 euro, and I appreciated the multitude of options. You can also order mimosas, Bellinis, and glasses of champagne a la carte.
Mom opted for Le Brunch, which comes with your choice of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate and your choice of freshly squeezed juice (orange, detox, or vitamin juice). She went with orange and a cappuccino. It also comes with a nut cinnamon brioche, served with an unnecessary raspberry jam. The cinnamon swirl bread was soft and fluffy, but not as moist as desired. Le Brunch comes with not one, but two brunch dishes: an avocado toast and a “Super” breakfast bowl, which arrived near the end of our meal as a surprise addition. We had completely forgotten.
The avocado toast was anything but basic: wholegrain bread slathered with cream cheese, and then topped with a mix of mushrooms, radishes and bacon all mixed in with chunks of avocado. Then, a poached egg. This was incredible—and a dish we’d always remember.
The breakfast bowl was quite super: greek yogurt, a chia seed Matcha yogurt, house-made granola, and fresh berries all packed into this unique and beautiful breakfast bowl. I loved the chia seed Matcha yogurt, meanwhile Mom was fascinated by the gooseberry on top, having not had one before.
Other options for brunch prix fixes include Le Jean-Jacques Rosseau, with tuna tartare and a brioche ricotta as the main event. And Le Francais, a classic option with coffee, juice, a selection of pastries, and a homemade green tea and mint yogurt.
Meanwhile, I selected Le Claus, and I chose a cappuccino and the Detox juice, which is a green juice made with fennel, cucumber, apple, lemon, and ginger. The cappuccino was delightful, as was the basket of mini croissants, which were moist and flakey and promptly slathered with raspberry jam. My main event was a classic scrambled eggs, plated beautifully with roasted cherry tomatoes and strips of bacon.
My meal also came with yogurt and granola—a crunchy, cinnamon, house-made granola with fresh raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries.
We lingered over brunch, enjoying our croissants and cappuccinos before heading out to do some more retail damage. We both agreed that our back-to-back meals of dinner at Frenchie and brunch at Claus were unforgettable, but that’s Paris for you.
The Bitches say: A. A spectacular brunch spot that exudes charm, serves delicious pastries with kind service and healthy options. Bonus points for being located a stone’s throw from Le Louvre.
14-15 Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau,