The city's dining spread runs wider than any single trip can honour, which is why the advisory work starts with subtraction: one counter where the kitchen sets the terms, one bistro doing a century-old repertoire without irony, one grand dining room for the evening that needs an occasion. Everything else — the fromagerie detour, the market morning on Rue Cler, the éclair judged against last year's — arranges itself around those fixed points.
The base matters because Paris is a walking city that punishes bad geography. From the Place de la Concorde, the Right Bank counters and the Left Bank bistros sit inside the same unhurried radius, and the walk home along the rue Saint-Honoré after a long dinner becomes the digestif. We hold the tables first, then make sure the address earns them.