Polidor

Polidor features a weathered wooden storefront and interior mirrors that have darkened with age since the restaurant opened in eighteen forty-five. It began as a creamery where workers could buy affordable meals, eventually evolving into a haunt for writers like Ernest Hemingway and Jack Kerouac. Patrons still sit at long, communal wooden tables to eat traditional French stews. The original owner, Monsieur Polidor, insisted that customers pay for their meals using small metal tokens rather than cash to keep the service fast.