There are fine dining experiences, and then there is Le Cinq—a symphony of sophistication, cuisine, and service so divine it almost feels imagined. Tucked within the storied walls of the Four Seasons George V Paris, the restaurant exudes the kind of luxury that doesn’t whisper—it sings. From the moment we stepped through its grand floral entrance, the ambiance wrapped us in old-world opulence with modern restraint: gilded mirrors, majestic drapery, pristine white linens, and golden-hued chandeliers that bathed the room in an ethereal glow. Every inch was crafted with ultimate attention to detail, as if nothing less than perfection was permissible here.
We were dressed for the occasion—our gowns gliding along polished floors—and, delightfully, the staff noticed. Despite the restaurant’s palace-like setting and its three Michelin stars, there wasn’t even a hint of arrogance. The team was warm, witty, and refreshingly genuine. Their charm only enhanced what was about to unfold: The Epicurean Escape of Christian Le Squer, a tasting menu that promised—then delivered—an extraordinary journey.
I began with my usual Kir Royale, that classic French blend of champagne and crème de cassis, which never fails to set the tone. Midway through the evening, I was tempted by one of their signature cocktails: Do you St. Tropez—a playful yet refined concoction that somehow managed to taste like both a beachside escape and Parisian elegance in a single sip.
But let’s talk food.
The Meunière Style Turbot arrived like a sculpture—almost too exquisite to eat. Nestled with a verdant watercress emulsion and sweet accents of Japanese pear, the dish was a lesson in balance. The richness of the butter sauce was lightened by the herbal sharpness and fruit’s crispness, each bite melting delicately on the tongue.
Next, the Potato Gnocchi with Saffron was pure artistry. Perfectly pillowy, each gnocco was kissed by the warmth of saffron and elevated with the umami saltiness of black olives, while basil brot tied it all together with an herby punch. It was comforting yet elevated—like Italy had decided to summer in Provence.
By the time we reached dessert, the anticipation was palpable. The Chocolate and Hazelnut Crisps were architectural in design and decadent in flavor. Layers of dark chocolate and caramelized hazelnut gave crunch and richness, while the malt whisky ice cream offered a silky contrast with smoky undertones—unexpected, bold, and unforgettable.
And just when we thought the evening couldn’t possibly give more—it did.
As we sipped the final drops of champagne, a beautifully wrapped box was presented. Inside? Kouign Amann—the buttery, caramelized pastry of the chefs’ childhood. A nostalgic gesture so touching it nearly brought tears to my eyes. It came with delicate artisanal caramels, a final whisper from the kitchen, meant to be savored the next morning. And trust me, I did.
Le Cinq is not for the faint of palate or those seeking a rushed affair. It’s for seasoned diners who wish to experience culinary excellence without compromise, where elegance and warmth coexist and every plate tells a story. If you’re ready to indulge—truly indulge—then this is the place. Come hungry, come dressed, and come ready for magic.
