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France – Paris

Formerly Bones, this place has reopened under the name Jones, retaining some of its identity with its unfinished walls, marble counters and high wooden tables. 


Just a stone’s throw from the Voltaire metro station, Jones offers a generous, rustic welcome to the talented Riccardo Ferrante’s cuisine in a soft, bright atmosphere. 

The dining room, packed to the rafters with locals (most of them), is a sure sign of success, as they come to sample the dishes of the moment. 

From our table next to the open kitchen, sumptuous smells titillate our nostrils. Carefully advised by the in-house waitress, we opt for a delicious Sekt, a sparkling wine of German origin from the wine list of Damien Lacour, the Jones’ long-standing sommelier.

To start, we choose two starters to share. That evening, the menu featured dishes typical of the Italian boot: focaccia with stracciatella and pizzaiola sauce, and tomato and scamorza arancino – simply delicious. A perfect, comforting start to our dinner. 

Next comes the tagliatelle with tomato sauce and pork tripe, which awakens the taste buds and curiosity of Mediterranean food lovers. A hearty dish that’s perfect for two. 

Seduced by such mastery, we finish on a high note with a surprising olive oil and thyme biscuit ice cream. What a surprise! And the best way to appreciate it is to open your chakras (and your mouth). 

At Jones, you’re in for a taste adventure. We’ll definitely be back. 

Séduits par autant de maîtrise, nous finissons en beauté avec une surprenante glace à l’huile d’olive et biscuit au thym. Quelle surprise ! Et la meilleure façon de l’apprécier, c’est d’ouvrir ses chakras (et sa bouche). 


Tanja Aksentijevic

43, rue Godefroy-Cavaignac, Paris 11th