I don’t know about you, but I find it reassuring that a place like Le Rubis still exists in Paris, particularly in a high-rent part of town, where one of the hottest places to “eat” is something called a “water bar”.
Le Rubis is a 1930s-era bar à vin that seems to have changed little since then. From the zinc bar to the barrels on the sidewalk out front, it’s a kind of time capsule that would almost feel fake if it weren’t so utterly authentic.
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The Rubis is fantastic, right down to the sometimes moody patron – I witnessed his refusing to sell a friend of mine her camembert and saucisson sandwich because he considered the filling “unorthodox”.
I like neo bistots and caves à mangés, but places like this are what one expects to find upon arriving in Paris. They’re fast disappering, and will only be really appreciated when they’re gone…
…And the location IS amazing.