The sixth is the center of our Parisian universe.  Though we take up just a tiny sliver of its 0.8 square mile (about 300 square feet to be exact), we have spent a large chunk of our dining hours within its boundaries, everywhere from hole-in-the-wall joints to nicer sit-down restaurants to the well-frequented Monoprix supermarket for a meal back at home.  There remain many known and unknown gems to be sampled but we have no doubt that we will get through most of them, or fail trying.  After all, we love eating as much as we love living where we live.
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Santa Lucia
22, rue des Canettes
Closed Mondays & Tuesdays
M° Saint-Germain-des-Prés

Euro - 9 to 16
From our window we could peer down at diners sitting in a warmly-lit room on the upper floor of this restaurant.  In fact, for a long time we had even thought that it was the swanky dining room of a rich neighbor across the street until we concluded that personal wealth aside, no one had that kind of stamina to entertain that many guests night in and night out.  It was only during the slow month of August that we came close enough to the front door to peruse an article about the superlative-laden pizza it serves and look at the large photograph of Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow prominently displayed on the interior wall.  Well, if big Hollywood stars had found their way into our little neighborhood and dined right in front of our modest home then who were we not to give it a try ourselves?

We came on a busy night but the jovial owner, he certainly seemed like the man of the house, warmly greeted us with konnichiwa.  We said we weren’t and corrected him, and in return he said something that sounded like, “Oh, you have the head of an American.”  Interesting, we hoped that the food would translate better.  Upstairs, we were shown to our tight spot in a room that was packed with little tables and a lot of people.  Nevertheless, it was as warm as it looked from our apartment.
  Good but nowhere close to the raves in the posted review:  The pizza Isabella (14€).

Nez got the pizza Isabella – tomato sauce, ham, mozzarella, mushroom – (14€) which was good and tasted very similar to the oven-baked pies not too far away at Pizza Vesuvio but one wouldn’t say it was the best.  Riot got the pappardelle al salmone – large fettucini with a light pink sauce and small chunks of salmon – (14€) after catching a glimpse of what appeared to be a mouthwatering plate from one of his neighbors.  It was indeed tasty, everything from the tender chunks of salmon, the juicy slices of tomato, and the flavorful sauce blending them to the strips of pasta.  And then, out of the blue, it became to rich for the taste and no efforts could be mustered to clear the remaining half of the plate.  Riot even tried using the bread to dilute the creaminess of the dish to no avail. It was a shame that the delight could not hold or last.  As we left, we glanced once more at the review at the door to confirm that the reviewer had actually said what we had read:  “Italian sources tell us this is the best pizza place in Paris …  The best pizza we’ve had outside Naples.”  This Time Out review was undated but quoted the prices in francs putting it sometime before the switchover to the euros in 2002.  We also recalled that Brad and Gwyneth stopped being an item over a decade ago.
  But it looks so good:  The extremely rich pappardelle al salmone (14€) that Riot wishes he could just finish.

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