“Welcome to our little corner of Paris” are the words you will find at the end of the menu. They couldn’t be closer to the truth. It’s as if Scotty beamed this spot up, straight out of the French city and popped it down in Cape Town. I’m still convinced the burly man in the corner was Gérard Depardieu.
Occupying a space on the outer shell of the old Cape Quarter, La Petite Tarte has been filling up its fans on French fare for some time now – eight years actually. Owners, Len and Johan, took over the reigns in August and have since been hard at work with their magic. The interior is more charming than having an attractive Parisian whisper in your ear and the menu boasts delights that would make even Sébastien Chabal weak at the knees.
Think Croque Monsieur – farm-style bread topped with ham and Gruyere and grilled to perfection. Smoked chicken, rosemary and roasted pepper quiche. Flourless chocolate and almond cake – perfect for those who don’t go too well with wheat. All are so very, very delicious but one item deserves special mention. The chicken pie. Best described as La Petite Tarte’s pièce de résistance. The combination of sour cream pastry and perfectly roasted chicken will leave you hoping you had space for more. This pie left me in such a daze that I wasn’t able to concentrate on my cup of coffee. So I returned the next day to test it out and found that it is just as good as the rest of the items coming out of the tiny kitchen.
A pie, er, place not to be missed.