When the Slavic soul meets the Parisian spirit
"I come from a dream, a dream that today is waking up, a Slavic dream, a Russian dream. From this exuberant, festive, shimmering Russia, halfway between fantasy and reality. A Russia in Paris, the city of the world, of light, of spectacle, and which, better than any other, shares the taste for the superb.
On my floors, in my rooms, in my lounges, in the thrill of my décor, I am known as a table, a bar, a delicatessen, and more... I prefer to call myself a House with the capital letter that is necessary when one does not spare the beautiful desire to receive. I am Maison Revka. A new Parisian passion.
The menu and the cuisine of my Russia find again the comfort of its classics, the food particles of its caviars served in the hollow of the spoon, the runny egg, the rustic potato, the beetroot flirting with the heart of the salmon, the return of the famous coulibiac, a small masterpiece of salmon caught in puff pastry and beurre blanc, the pavlovas drunk with fruit, chocolate and caramel, the vanilla chouquettes served by the slider, the surprise of Medovic... »
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