- Neighborhood: Chestnut Hill
- 8229 Germantown Avenue, Philadelphia, PA
- Cuisine: French
- Alcohol: Full Bar
- Meals Served: Dinner
- Price: $$
- Accepts Credit Cards: Yes
Le Bec-Fin may be gone, Le Bec 2.0 may be nothing but an unpleasant memory, and Avance may have shut out the lights for the last time, but Georges Perrier–the man who made 1523 Walnut Street–is certainly not forgotten.
And now, Paris Bistro in Chestnut Hill is hosting a dinner tonight in honor of Perrier (who has been a long-time friend of owner Al Paris) by serving the dishes of six chefs who worked for the iconic Philadelphia chef.
Kevin Sbraga, Nicholas Elmi, Pierre Calmels, Chip Roman and Robert Bennett, all of whom worked at Le Bec-Fin, will be serving hors d’oeuvres for the reception and one main course for the night. Each course will be paired with wines selected by Paris Bistro sommelier Wendy Wolf.
Tickets are $250, plus tax and tip. Service starts at 6pm. The proceeds from the dinner will benefit the James Beard Foundation.
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Next Monday, October 13th, head down to Paris Bistro (which critic Trey Popp just reviewed) for the restaurant’s first Monday night dinner service, which will feature their Buck-a-Shuck Oyster dinner. The dinner will be available from 5 p.m. until 10 p.m.
The Oyster of the Day will change each Monday, according to which oysters are the freshest and most abundant from around the world.
But buck-a-shuck is not where chef Paris' first Monday night dinner deal ends. To celebrate the commencement of Monday night dinner service, the bar will also offer complementary samples of Kronenbourg 1664 and Kronenbourg Blanc next Monday.
Make your reservations for Paris Bistro at (215) 242-6200.
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By the time Gary Cattley maneuvered his tuba into Paris Bistro’s basement, Drew Nugent & the Midnight Society had been ragging Tin Pan Alley curios for an hour already. The bar was full, and every table was taken. At the tip of the arrowhead-shaped room, wearing a brown double-breasted suit, Nugent faced a vintage 1935 Shure microphone lashed to a Walmart towel ring with springs and a bootlace, warbling into a miniature teakettle through a trumpet mouthpiece jammed in its spout.
Cattley, who’d concocted the microphone getup, smiled. Snaking past servers bearing crocks of French onion soup and parfait glasses of chocolate mousse, he squeezed onto the postage-stamp bandstand to join the unlikeliest recent development in Philadelphia nightlife: the Prohibition-era vocal jazz scene in far Chestnut Hill.