Tucked behind the grand wooden blue doors of 173 Boulevard Saint-Germain lies a little pocket of Hamptons elegance in the heart of Paris — Ralph’s, the Ralph Lauren restaurant I’ve long dreamed of visiting. On a quietSpring afternoon in Paris, I finally stepped into that dream.
The moment you enter the courtyard, it’s like walking into a painting. Ivy climbs the walls, with an abundance of white roses in flower, and that signature Ralph Lauren palette — crisp blues, creamy whites, warm woods — wraps around you like a storybook. It’s classic, effortless, and utterly transportive.
Our table was tucked beneath a wall of green ivy and white roses, the kind you’d imagine in the garden of an East Coast estate. We sat on a wooden bench seat overflowing with blue and white cushions. Everything from the white linen napkins to the mix of blue and white cushions whispered of thoughtful design and timeless style.
The food was served with a French twist. I ordered the classic ceaser salad (light, fresh, perfect). But it wasn’t just the menu that made the moment unforgettable, it was the setting. Dining there felt like stepping into a Ralph Lauren editorial — elegant but grounded, refined but welcoming.
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I have always admired Ralph Lauren’s classic blue and white world. To sit in the middle of it, in Paris no less, felt like a full-circle moment. Lunch at Ralph’s wasn’t just a meal, it was a memory stitched in navy thread and lined in white linen. One I will never forget.
