Carette, Place du Trocadero, Paris, France

Address: 4 Pl. du Trocadéro et du 11 Novembre, 75016 Paris, France
Opening Hours: Daily 7:00am – 11:30pm
Contact Number: +33147279885

If there was one place I’d go back to over and over again in Paris, that would be Carette. That’s no matter how long the lines are snaking at Place du Trocadero. If you’re stopping by the Eiffel Tower, there’s no excuse to skip Carette. It’s a stone’s throw away.

I ate an embarassing number of viennoiseries at Carette, because that was what I promised I would do when I got the chance to eat at Carette. It was similar to my obsession with dutch pancakes at Pancake Bakery.

Croissants, because why not? And don’t ask me if they are good. Of course, they are. Not to mention, the pain au chocolat. My forever favorite viennoiserie.

And of course, hot chocolate. That is what Carette is well known for. It’s all over TikTok. While it was good, less sweet, more luscious, silkier than Angelina’s L’African, I do think Maison Dandoy still wins my vote of the best hot chocolate ever in the world. And the whipped cream isn’t the best I’ve tried. Vienna has ruined me for the best whipped cream in the world. Go browse my Vienna tales to see what I mean.

We managed to get a Saint Honore before the crowd does. I wasn’t impressed by this French classic dessert. Between puff pastries, you get a pate a choux piped in between and topped lovingly by a small profiterole. Maybe it was breakfast, but I wasn’t amused. Not my cup of tea.

Madeleines. I wasn’t impressed by these too. I love Madeleines though, but Carette’s wasn’t the most moist or buttery I’ve tried.

Crepes. Not the best. The freshly made crepes at Sacre Coeur was loads better, though this gave me the perfect excuse to eat whipped cream. Though there’s really no shame in eating the whipped cream by itself. But I just didn’t like Carette’s whipped cream as much as I expected.

Behind us sat a French waitstaff eating a mountain of rice and grilled chicken breast. 20 years ago, Paris was a different beast. Nowadays, the Parisienne like to eat rice too? Imagine my surprise, and here I was silently enjoying my pain au chocolat.

Carette, I’d go back over and over again. But Au Revoir for now.