
Hours
| Monday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Tuesday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Wednesday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Thursday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Friday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Saturday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Sunday | 12 PM–2 AM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 16 Av. Victor Hugo, 75116 Paris, France
Phone: +33 1 44 17 35 85
Website: https://restaurant.prunier.com/
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: sevenrooms.com
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Reviews
Staff were impeccable, the building both inside and out spectacular. Cuisine a work of art.
Ah, and girls at reception is not ready at all to meet the guest. Disaster.
First, the location is outstanding : the building is listed. The atmosphere project you years ago into a preserve beautiful design , with a super cozy setting and Parisian chic.
Then, the food is Wow. Yannick Alleno signed the menu, and the chef Hendry Mezah is executing it to perfection..His passsion for product, his aesthetic taste makes the experience unique.
Last the service is perfect as you can expect in such a high end restaurant.
A must visit place for foodies while in Paris.
Check the pics.
The turbot was great, as expected, but their house sauce was something to die for. The Oeuf Christian Dior was just heavenly. The rest of the food were perfect but the Turbot and the Eggs brought the house down. I need to come back just for the Egg.
One of the best lunch I ever had.
The Chef Alleno who took this legendary and old institution refreshed the ambiance and the dishes.
Also something extremely rare nowadays in Paris :the team who work in this restaurant are one of the most friendly and most professional you can imagine. Really a great job
First time but certainly not the last .
Here you will find poignantly meager “sharing plates” that share mostly disappointment — thin in substance and imagination. The pasta arrived 45 minutes late, overcooked and lukewarm, ceremoniously tossed tableside for no discernible reason other than performance anxiety. The ritual ended, fittingly, with sauce splattered across my pants. The whole experience felt like someone playing dress-up as a fine-dining restaurant — costume and all, but no plot.
Pierre Bergé once said: embrace reality, even if it burns. Consider me seared.
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