In post-war Paris, on a quiet street in the 1st arrondissement, Takara opened its doors. It was one of the first Japanese restaurants in the capital — a rarity at a time when Japan still felt distant to Parisians.
The Opéra district would, over the decades, become the Japanese heart of Paris. Takara, the oldest of them all, has been a quiet witness — faithful to its calm street, faithful to its gestures.
A classic cuisine, without flourish: fish chosen at the market each morning, rice cooked with precision, hot pots that warm the Parisian winter. The season commands, the gesture follows.
Some have called us “the canteen of the stars.” We prefer to say: the home of all who, for the length of a meal, want to forget Paris to find Japan again.
A short walk from the Opéra and the Palais-Royal, on a quiet street — Japan, in Paris.
