Here, you never eat the same thing twice. The menu is constantly evolving, dictated by inspiration and a rejection of routine. At Tempilenti, tucked away discreetly at a right angle to Rue de la Roquette, everything exudes authenticity. From the moment you step inside, the place establishes its signature: raw, honest, substantial, a rare integrity. It's the sublime, earthy essence of Italy that welcomes you with open arms. Two women masterfully lead the way: one at the piano, the other in the dining room. No showboating, but an unfailing rhythm and a generosity that immediately strikes you.
That evening, nothing was planned. We were simply returning from the park, she on her bike, I on my scooter, when a sudden impulse swept away our plans for staying in. An impromptu turn, and there we were, standing before this vast, still-peaceful terrace. The welcome was straightforward and warm: three seats available. But the first chills of early September draw us into the dining room, a delightful jumble of vintage charm where the eye is drawn to the objects and one immediately feels at home.
The opening course sets the tone. Shared between mother and daughter, the vitello tonnato borders on perfection: silky veal coated in a rich, remarkably balanced sauce. Opposite, my tartare breaks the mold, enhanced by a vibrant sauce and the delicate crunch of its almonds. To complement the meal, the wine list reveals some impressive ambitions. While we encounter some great Barolos, our budgetary sense leads us to a Montepulciano around thirty euros, which proves to be a masterstroke: structured, round, supported by lively tannins and just the right touch that awakens the taste buds without overwhelming the palate.
Between the starter and the main course, time stretches out a little. Far from being irritating, this deliberate pacing sharpens the appetite. This leisurely pace is the absolute guarantee of cuisine made to order, where nothing waits under a cloche. You can feel the love for simple things, for ingredients sourced with passion, chosen with relish before being perfectly combined.
Then comes the unanimous choice: ravioli with truffle and chanterelle mushrooms. The aroma rises before the first bite, carried by a reduced, rich sauce of breathtaking depth. The succulent, plump mushrooms converse beautifully with the delicate pasta and the earthy caress of the truffle. A generous dish that sweeps everything before it.
The downside of such generous portions is that they leave no room for dessert: hunger capitulates. Yet, out of the corner of my eye, my gaze lingered on the neighboring tables with a touch of envy. I watched as a slice of magnificent gorgonzola paraded by, proud in its bearing, its marbling seemingly begging to be paired with a good loaf of bread for a truly divine experience. Following in its wake sat a masterful tiramisu, into which one longed to plunge a daring spoon. But satiety held sway. Resisting temptation leaves the door ajar. The bill, around forty euros per person for such a feast, accompanied by elegant wines, is perfectly reasonable. We left completely satisfied, with only one certainty: we must return.
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Cyril Montana
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06 septembre 2026
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