Lapérouse, My Big Geneva

The story of Lapérouse starts BIG with 3 Michelin stars before sinking. Located on the Quai des Grands Augustins in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, Lapérouse has been reborn from the ashes thanks to chefs Jean-Pierre Vigato and Christophe Michalak.


The famous small lounges have been renovated with panache. In the past, they welcomed Zola, Proust, Maupassant, Baudelaire, and even Colette who wrote “Chatte” in the house of pleasures, of course.

If you have seen the film “Midnight in Paris” by Woody Allen then you already know Lapérouse.

The scratched mirrors are still there and have other scratches.
On the menu, you will find the beef Wellington; the same recipe which was served in 1940 to Sir Winston Churchill.

But nothing beats the words of Frédéric Beigbeder, lover of Lapérouse:

We could condense three centuries of Paris without leaving 51 Quai des Grands Augustins. Besides, what is the outside world for? Through the windows I watch a barge glide on the Seine, its spotlights dye the brown woodwork with orange rays: the chandeliers flicker, they are jealous of humans. Few ghosts excite me like memories. At Lapérouse, Hugo talks with Houellebecq, in the living room where Proust and Colette dined – but not together. Cuisine is as tasty as nostalgia, and the most beautiful cocktails are those that dissolve time.”


The Astrolabe lounge contains another precious memory: that of a birthday. She wore a red wild silk dress, hand embroidered by her Grandfather, surrounded by her family and her very close friends. On the ceiling, a Big world map is a tribute to the naval officer and explorer Jean-François de La Pérouse.

She whispered in his ear, the words of Rumi: “I love you neither with my heart, nor with my mind. My heart might stop, my mind can forget. I love you with my soul because my soul never stops or forgets.”


If you also want to create lasting memories, Lapérouse is a mysterious venue.



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