6.0 Café Pimpin (pimpin = a small sea-fish much Iike a common herring according to French-English dictionaries), 64 Rue Ramey in the 18th, open 7/7, 01.46.06.97.25, Metro: Jules Joffrin is a funny place to be written up so well by the big boys because it's just a neighborhood joint serving toasts (like tartines), pastries, coffees and desserts; on the outside everything is in English, on the inside everyone is French between 25-35 and it's full to bursting by 1 PM. As you can see it's right near our little city center with the church and mairie within sight.
When my kids were growing up on the Upper west Side of Manhattan, their favorite Sunday breakfast came from H&H Bagels, Murray's, Zabar's or Barney Greengrass and consisted of what they called "fox and lox." I got a revised version of this today, although it was called toast with smoked trout and tzatzaki with fresh dill. And it was wonderful.
My bill, a record-setting 17 E, paid for a half bottle of fine Gamay Beaujolais Villages, the fox and lox open sandwich and a double espresso.
Go? Not a destination for sure, but if you're young enough to carry a guitar or skateboard and tablet for their wifi and live or are visiting nearby, it's fresh stuff served by terrific wait-people, albeit there's not a pimpin in sight, although they do serve oysters on Sundays, drop by to see where their real Montmartre kids hang out.