Though it’s only a couple of blocks from the much-lauded Grande Epicerie, Coutume‘s location on a nondescript portion of the rue de Babylone makes it feel further off the beaten path than it actually is. Combine that with the mostly Anglophone staff and the artfully unfinished, postmodern-meets-neoclassical décor, and you’ve got a Parisian coffee shop that would be equally at home in New York or London, if not more so.
I, for one, am glad that it’s here in Paris. It’s pretty well documented that I am a tea–drinker, and the selection of organic teas here make me very happy. They also take great care, serving each tea in its own individual teapot, with instructions about how long to let it steep for optimum flavor. But I can appreciate a well-made cup of coffee, too, and Coutume has those in spades.