La Fantaisie, Paris
Welcome to La Fantaisie—a maximalist marvel that feels like a stroll through the mind of a flamboyant, Paris-trained aunt, drapery-obsessed and hopelessly devoted to florals, whimsy, and gilded excess. The space is divided into four areas: the garden, the rooftop bar, the cafe, and the main restaurant.
A very French high tea at Jardin. Image credit: Maki Manoukian
Set deep in the city’s restless heart, where streets jostle and rarely fall silent, La Fantaisie’s Jardin is no borrowed nature—no leafy impostor wheeled in for effect. Here, greenery is a companion, threading its way around tables, chairs, and conversation. One may sip cocktails or tea, accompanied by stacked sandwiches and cookies.
Our experience began at the Rooftop Bar. In three words: pure floral fantasia. Every surface, from wall to ceiling, is smothered in rose-laced wallpaper, as if stepping straight into a fairy tale—albeit one that comes with excellent martinis. The bar glows in golden onyx, flanked by scalloped, velvet-pink stools that seem to have wandered in from a perfume advertisement.
Perched above the Parisian rooftops, this is where charm meets botanical dreams: pastel-sage sofas invite sagely conversations, floral drapes frame the scene, and wicker chairs join the rendezvous. Jewel-toned cocktails arrive with garnishes more costume than culinary. Lampshades by Martin Brudnizki RSVP to the floral fête, maintaining balance amid the riot of pattern and colour. The result is less a bar than a floral hallucination—an immersive, deliriously beautiful fantasia in which one happily loses all sense of time.
An Anuk Rocha painting bursts forth with the unruly joy of a circus. Sombre portraits offer just enough calm to keep the imagination from running entirely amok. You wander on. Between trellis-striped walls, a Marshall jukebox plays French instrumentals, while SHEYN’s wavy vases bend the eye, performing subtle tricks of perception. Wes Anderson could stage a perfectly composed gathering here; Salvador Dalí might arrive simply to put his feet up, finding comfort in the madness; and Liberace, impeccably dressed, would survey the scene and raise an eyebrow. It’s a super-sweet mix.
The lobby boasts patterns and colours that speak in overlapping voices, none willing to hush. The ceiling blooms into a dense forest of leaves and branches. At its centre, a column wrapped in foliage print stands like an ancient tree. Mirrors multiply the scene, while burnt-orange banquettes curve in chevrons and zigzags, suggesting both motion and rest, offset by green armchairs. The effect is theatrical and indulgent—like a private salon belonging to someone worldly and well-travelled, who remembered everything and edited nothing out.
The lobby. Image credit: La Fantaisie
The Cafe is where we lunched. Ceiling lamps glowed golden, with the custard-deep certainty of a crème brûlée caramelised to perfection. The walls, dressed in Adam Ellis’s wallpaper of trees and birds, told their own stories, complemented by velvet seating in pastel green and cornflower blue. Parquet floors added warmth, while heavy mustard drapes lent an operatic flair.
Cafe and bar. Image credit: La Fantaisie
The menu speaks French with a cosmopolitan accent, its vowels buttered, its consonants softened by cream. We began with Prawn Tempura alongside hummus. There was Pâté en Croûte, solemn and ceremonial; Oeufs Mimosa (devilled egg); Croque-Monsieur stacked like a Parisian argument; and Foie Gras so rich it probably owns property in the 1st Arrondissement. For the mains, the chef suggested Spaghetti with Clams, and fish baked “the French way”. Also recommended were the Mushroom Carpaccio and Rigatoni with Truffle Cream and Parmesan.
Spaghetti with clams, and baked fish. Image credits: @eliemmasta, @bocajanul, and La Fantaisie
Mushroom carpaccio, and rigatoni. Image credits: @viatola, @peatchyprod, and La Fantaisie
We ended the meal indulging in slices of Galette des Rois, and Baba au Rhum generously glazed with rum-laced syrup, further topped with vanilla cream. Coffee followed—dark, and necessary.
Galette des Rois, and Baba au Rhum. Image credits: Maki Manoukian and La Fantaisie

