01Hokkaido scallop
Course 01saffron beurre blanc · sea lettuce

Twenty-four seats. One open fire. A single tasting menu written each morning after the market — served slowly, from six until late.
The room was built in 1892 as a bookbinder's atelier. We kept the beams, the oak floor, and the tall shuttered windows — and added three things: candles, an open fire, and silence.



01saffron beurre blanc · sea lettuce
02cured 48h · borage · citrus
0372% guanaja · smoked caramel · gold

Almost every plate that reaches your table has met the hearth. We burn vine cuttings from Burgundy and oak from the Périgord — never gas — because charcoal writes flavour that a stove cannot recall.

Raised in the kitchens of a village auberge in the Ardèche, Antoine cooked for eleven years across Copenhagen, Kyoto, and San Sebastián before returning to Paris to open Maison Noir — a room small enough, he says, that every guest can be looked in the eye.
"A restaurant is not a stage. It is a home — one where I happen to cook for you."
A house vermouth aged in oak, poured to greet you.
The evening unfolds slowly — three hours, one arc.
Optional flight from our 900-label cellar, or a single glass.
Coffee, chocolate, and the last of the candlelight.
A stone-walled cellar beneath the dining room, lined with 900 labels and lit by a single copper chandelier. Reserved by the evening, for twelve guests, with a bespoke menu written to your table.

Domaine des Ombres · 7 courses · 12 pours
One evening · Slovenia meets the Marais
A menu written entirely in fire
The dining room holds twenty-four seats each evening. We open bookings sixty days in advance and always keep a handful of stools at the bar.
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