Admittedly, one of the reasons this is a favorite is that it’s less than half a block from my apartment. Even so, I’m a little sad that I didn’t know about Julhès before moving to the rue du Faubourg St. Denis. Yes, it’s a cheese shop. It’s also a wine cave. With an impressive selection of liquor. And select charcuterie. Plus bulk free-range eggs and fresh dairy products like yogurt, milk, and butter. Not to mention the snacks – Tyrell’s chips, bars of Valrhona and Zaabar chcoclate – and condiments – a truly mouthwatering array of mustards, sauces, and jams. It’s a one-stop shop for a picnic if I ever saw one.
But the best part is that the cheeses (and wines…) are good. The service is friendly, too. One time I saw them make a camembert sandwich for a customer. And they’re open seven days a week, though they close for lunch on weekdays, as well as on Sunday afternoons. Pretty good for Paris. The cheese/wine shop (a category that gave me some trouble when I was adding it to my map because my current color-coding scheme doesn’t allow for such a thing), however, is just the tip of the iceberg.
Julhès also has a boulangerie-pâtisserie two doors down. I like their baguette au levain bio (organic sourdough baguette) quite a bit – I think it’s one of the best 1-euro baguettes in town. A full gamut of pastries are on display, which I have yet to try, as well as a coin traiteur (deli counter) serving various salads and sandwiches, and they even offer outdoor table service!
And then there’s the produits étrangers. Just past the Kurdish sandwich place, Julhès has yet another outpost. Here they specialize in products from around Europe, particularly Italy, Greece, and Eastern Europe. Fresh raviolis and other non-filled pastas, a myriad of olives, sun-dried tomatoes, stuffed peppers, and various dips and spreads are sold in awesome, re-usable plastic containers. In addition, the walls are lined with olive oils, non-French wines, and a parade of Polish and Russian vodkas.
Have I mentioned how great it smells on my street? I mean it, even if I do have to step over the occasional bum to get to the sidewalk from my apartment.
I seem to have gotten a little sidetracked. I was supposed to be writing about cheese. Just this morning I popped over to Julhès (the fromagerie) to get provisions for an afternoon snack.