RESTAURANTS • First Person
Somewhere between fashion fantasy and vegetable rotisserie, Daimant Saint-Honoré is a theatrical new address doing plant-based with a wink. Open ‘de midi à minuit’ (12h-24h) just off Rue du Marché Saint-Honoré, it’s a colorful boudoir made for vegan croquettes with sauce ravigote.
The three-story space is unapologetically glam. There’s the moody Salon Héritage with its old-school zinc bar, the sun-drenched Riviera room upstairs with yellow-and-white awnings, and a secret charcoal Suite Noire in the basement for private dinners. Every detail is cinematic, like lacquered crimson tables, papaya velvet seating, glossy finishes, and carmine carpets that look like they’ve hosted a few scandals.
The kitchen follows suit: grilled cauliflower head with café de Paris butter, roasted veggies, and artichoke hearts prepared like duck. There’s also a bar à mousses au chocolat for dessert and a parade of well-sourced wines and zero-proof options. And in the bright red restrooms, Jessica Troisfontaine whispers poetry in your ear. –Victoire Loup
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