


A stroll through the West Village might find you at the beaming blue doors of Paradou, who, on their website, claim to be "a little bit of Provencal paradise in Manhattan's Meatpacking district." In the backyard garden, candle-topped tables are surrounded by ivy-covered trellises -- not a bad place to snack on tuna tartare or chicken provencal. Additionally, with an extensive selection of French wines, many showcased on floor-to-ceiling display capped by a brilliant yellow canopy, the delicious dinner and a drink at Paradou might make the phrase "paradise in ... Meatpacking district" a little less ironic.







Sigh...seeing those pics reminds me of when Paradou Brooklyn was open a block away from me. Then the equally awesome East West took its place, now, we're left with another empty shell, and the promise of a "pizza joint". Great. That address must be cursed - Max & Moritz, Paradou, East West, RIP.
I love sitting in the back garden at Paradou, looking at the ivy-covered walls, eating duck rillettes, and feeling totally transported. The back garden is magical.
weirdness. the gf just took me there on saturday for our anniversary. and neither of us live in NYC anymore, and neither of us have eaten there before. the food was fantastic. i had the lamb (picture #3); she had the fish of the day (rainbow trout); we also had the cheese to start. incroyable.