Illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight and decorated with moody botanical wallpaper and shelves lined with books, Pamela Popo is stylish and sumptuous. Incidentally, if you were wondering, the restaurant’s name is taken from a 1973 song by Serge Gainsbourg. And there is an element of the vintage here, from the splashes of colour in the upholstery (and the lavish use of velvet) to the soft curves of the mirrors and the eye-catching light fixtures.
Found in the Marais, a night at Pamela Popo puts you right in the thick of it in central Paris. But while the delights of the city beckon beyond its cobblestone street, this is one restaurant that’s hard to leave. The menu has a definite bistro feel, offering dishes like pan-fried foie gras with apple chutney, red wine and spiced cocoa, and a traditional côte de boeuf for two, served with potatoes and salad, that will sate and delight even the most jaded carnivores.
While the two-floored space is atmospheric – the decor, with its splashes of cherry red and sea blue, and the great music selection make sure of that – on warm nights, it’s hard to beat a spot outside. Perched on the Parisian pavement, watching the bustle of the city walk by, drink in hand, with food on the way, it’s a memorable experience, to say the least. And one that, we assure you, is hard to tear yourself away from. Might be best to order another round and peruse the dessert menu – the warm chocolate tartlet with caramel, fleur de sel and hazelnuts is a surefire hit.