Margaux

Walk into Margaux and you're stepping into the kind of place Parisians actually go to eat—all cream-coloured walls, brass fixtures, and that particular kind of buzzy-but-intimate energy that British restaurants try and fail to replicate. You'll find yourself surrounded by locals and the occasional tourist who's actually done their homework, tucking into duck confit, steak frites, and seafood done without any faffing about. The wine list is properly considered rather than just pointing at expensive bottles, and the staff actually know their stuff without being insufferable about it.