Portraits of poultry drawn in charcoal, hunting trophies and huge fridge filled with carcasses: well arrived at Gueuleton, the temple of the ripaille nestled in the opulent Parisian district of Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
On the counter, a ham slicer awaits her hour of glory. Next to it, a fragrant cheese tray tickles customers’ nose. In a chic rustic living room with exposed beams, the first guests sit down and consult a similar menu by pecking the sausage offered. “The card changes every month”proudly announces the server, while a Balavoine song turns fully. Inside this establishment opened in May 2024, traditional dishes almost all stamped French: Square d’Agneau, Côte de Cochon or T-Bone de veal of 300 grams. Here, no vegetarian choice, but from the barbaque to Gogo. Listed on a giant slate, the pieces of meat to be shared feed the discussions. “Do you like the parsley flesh?” »»asks a father to his perplexed teenager.
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