Dunn’s. 25 rue d’Assas, Paris 6.
The place is tiny, bright, clean, welcoming. Very Park Slope. The shop window is filled with muffins,
cheesecakes and cookies that actually look like, well, muffins, cheesecake and
cookies. But you can skip all that and
go straight for the bagels. True, authentic, crispy-on-the-outside-soft-inside
bagels. And they actually know how to cut them, toast them, and turn them into
impossible NYC sandwiches here. But then
you won’t be able to stop and you’ll have to try one of the salads – they are
all impressively fresh, tasty and customizable to no end. This isn’t just nostalgia for a decent Caesar
salad talking here; it’s the surprise and pleasure I feel anytime I find people
who love to do their work, smile as they pile on the sliced turkey and avocado,
and allow me to substitute ingredients to fit my mood.
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