A lot of gluten-free food in Paris makes me sick. I've had chocolate brownies that taste like soap and madeleines that taste like papier-mâché, pasty, soggy, and disgusting. Chambelland Boulangerie is a delightful exception, the lone Ununonctium rising from a thousand unsuccessful synthesis attempts (e.g., Helmut Newcake). Nestled in Village Popincourt amidst bric-a-brac shops, and nearly across the street from A Boire et A Manger, Chambelland is bright and clean, a lovely spot for brunch, tea, or something more substantial. Everyone dresses colorfully here, which really inspired me to up my wardrobe game. Sometimes I take a giant, sublime salmon-with-cream-cheese on Cedric Casanova foccacia and eat it at Square Baudincourt, where I am undefeated in mahjong. I always give credit for my victories to Chambelland sandwiches, which leave grease stains on my purse and a smile in my stomach.
Chambelland won my skeptical husband over with a single sip of incredible espresso, which, he said, was better than Coutume. All the tables and chairs in the restaurant are repurposed vintage- how zero-waste!- and discriminating foodies can't resist the lovely food and friendly service- Alain Ducasse is a fan. Visit their Facebook and Instagram for more. Read my first review of Chambelland here.
14 Rue Ternaux