Hemingway Ate Here
Elizabeth Stice
Hemingway used to spend time at Café de Flore and scribble away. If you bring a small notebook you can sit and do the same.
You have to wait for a table and the prices are not low. You sit so close to the customer beside you that his decisions with his elbows affect your timing with your glass. Yet it is charming and the service is excellent. What cost inspiration?
What does it mean to be a famous writer? Perhaps it means that the hotel whose bar you used to frequent names a bar after you and people line up to get in and see the walls lined with your image.
This is why you visit the Ritz in Paris. So you can order a drink named after Hemingway's first wife and think about "A Moveable Feast."
There is a line to get in and photos are forbidden inside. Well, it is tourist season. A friend tells you that off-season the upstairs reading room is still cozy and enjoyable.
Hemingway came to Brasserie Lipp for sausages and beer. Tourists may be present, but everything is written in French. The waiter is unafraid to tell your friend to reconsider his order.
They do not sell tote bags or over-indulge in nostalgia. The food is excellent.