When I’m in Paris, I have the same breakfast every morning at Le Comptoir Des Saints-Pères on the corner of rue Jacob and rue des Saints-Pères.
Each day I sit at the same stool, in the same place at the bar, and a man named Philippe serves me "le petit-déjeuner complète."
This consists of: A café au lait and a jus d’orange pressé (he puts a whole orange into the juicer in front of me and it comes out all yummy and foamy and it’s served with an ice cube, and a little spoon to stir…ooh la la), a buttered piece of baguette, and a flaky fresh croissant. Philippe gives me a tiny jar of confiture (jam) from a tray of assorted preserves, and I love wondering which one I’ll get, and not having to decide.
Could there be a more perfect start to a day?
I don’t think so.