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My first night in Montmartre, I went to this small restaurant pictured here, I was cold, very cold, shivering and they asked me if I wanted to sit outside, I declined opting for the warm interior. French onion soup, beef stew and rice pudding followed and I was still shivering. In a last ditch effort to warm me up the waitress sat on my lap and hugged me to warm me up. You maybe surprised to know, I went back the following night.