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It's no secret that I love a limited menu.  I adore restaurants and cafes that have only a few select dishes lovingly made for that particular day based on the seasons and what's fresh.  Lovingly created ready for me to be inspired by.  

I love everything about this place.  

From the bonjour we received upon walking through the door, the gorgeous styling inside, to the organic food that greeted me.

This place is not about fancy food.  It's real food.

This tiny "hole in the wall" coffee shop in Paris gets a lot of social media attention.

It was on our "must try" list, so when we stumbled upon it by accident one beautiful sunny day, we pulled up a stool and ordered our coffee.

It was ok.

Maybe our hopes were too high.  Maybe we're becoming too French and no longer use to such a strong flavoured coffee.  Whatever the answer, we've been, we've tried....c'est tout! 

We have found a winner people!

Yes.  A bold statement, but I think I have found one of the loveliest coffees I've actually had in Paris.... EVER.  

If you wander down an almost deserted little lane way in the 6th arrondissement

in Paris, you will, I promise you, find wonderful eggs Benedict, friendly service and creamy, smooth, lip licking coffee.

Eggs and Co

Did I mention the coffee?

If you've been by Chit Chat Chomp in the past, you're probably wondering where my whole attitude towards sugar has gone.

Yes, I'll be the first to admit that it has flown out the window.  In fact, I don't think it boarded the plane with me in the first place.

But how do you do France eating no sugar?

How do you say no to those beautiful pain au chocolats or the mille feuilles?  Tell me?

I am the first to admit that I have fully committed to every bite I have taken on this trip and I've enjoyed every single one of them, however my body is now starting to tell me off.  It's had enough.  So on this particular day...I listened.

2 reasons made us stop outside this tiny little bar located over on Left Bank.

The sight of fresh oysters (huitres) in the window and the very handsome and distinguished looking French gentleman looking in through said window.  What's a girl to do?

No surprises that we entered said establishment.  Propped ourselves up at the table by the front window.  Then relaxed back, people watched, drank bubbles and gobbled up delicious huitres from Normandy.

What else do ladies do during the week?

(how am I ever going to go back to reality?!)

Be warned.  I am about to make a very bold statement here.

Eating at Yard, in the 11th Arrondissement, been to date the best meal I have eaten in all of France.

I may even be so bold as to say it has been one of my favourite meals EVER.

Yes, you heard me correctly.  There are not many places (and I've eaten at many) where every single plate put in front of me has made my taste buds sing.  On top of that, add amazing service.

But I found it right here, in an almost derelict street in an off-the-radar neighbourhood. A street you may never normally walk down intentionally, only by accident.

This place is definitely worth the effort to find.