On a recent Sunday, the old lady and I were wandering in the 2nd near rue Montorgueil looking for a brunch. I'm never sure where we'll end up - we each sniff out places in peculiar ways. She looks em over, sometimes reads the menus and otherwise waits for a place to "call out to her." I favor places that are a bit different so when I noticed a sign in the window of Stuart Friendly that read "we're the premiere hetero-friendly restaurant in Paris", it was a lock. This hetero was hungry, friendly or not.
I'd not yet experienced a French brunch so I was curious. Brunch to me means rolling out of bed, brushing yourself off, throwing on a baseball cap and stumbling out for some eggs and coffee. As with most things Parisian, they have a more complicated take on it. Their version is more like a late afternoon fashion show in which the models compete to overspend on eggs and coffee. On the plus side, it's easy to be slim over here when a simple breakfast runs you $35. Yep - my watery coffee, yogourt, baked goods, nicely spiced eggs, salad and salmon cost as much as I used to spend on a week of groceries. I've been here a year and the sticker shock is ongoing. It was good (except for the coffee) but not thirty-five dollars type of good. They should include a foot rub or fashion advice or something for that price.
Of course, you gotta take into consideration the overhead. This is a sweet looking place - they even have see-through chairs, mind you. I'm thinking "hetero-friendly" means something like "we'll take your green too, fool." In the end, given that the company pays for my food and my lovely girlfriend enjoyed herself, it was all worth it. It helped that I could page through glossy design magazines and imagine myself fitting into the fashion set.