Paris's sexiest secret, Maison Revka

Welcome to Maison Revka, where velvet, vodka, and vanity reign.

Hello, hello! I’m back with a stunning review of one of the hottest restaurants in Paris, Maison Revka. Please excuse my two-year hiatus. I got engaged and fell even more in love than I thought humanly possible, and I subsequently forgot about you guys. Fear not, for I will be posting regularly from now on. That said, let’s not waste time; the conspiracy theorists say we have less than a month before the world implodes and the United States no longer exists as we know it. But enough of wallowing over conspiracy theories; If I wallow, I prefer to do it with an ice-cold glass of champagne at Maison Revka, and so I did. (I was actually served lukewarm white wine, but for this story, let’s go with it.)

A peek of Maison Revka’s main dining room

Maison Revka is Paris’s premier Slavic-inspired eatery, and I was no stranger to it. I celebrated my “surprise” twenty-fifth birthday on their summer terrace. A night at Maison Revka is less about the food and more about the fantasy—think Slavic aristocracy meets Parisian opulence, with a side of truffle shavings. But it’s more than that. Imagine a private club reserved for the chic Eastern European crowd mixed with politicians, models, and industry insiders. The decor of the formerly private mansion was beautifully detailed, featuring velvet interiors, low lights, and ornate ceilings with blue sky murals reminiscent of the Gilded Age. The waitstaff is shockingly attractive, and they can be, considering you’ll leave the restaurant $150 poorer. Maison Revka was perfectly built for discreet business meetings between bankers and sly social media shots for the influencer crowd. The world has yet to see a better place fit for this dichotomy! Regarding our visit, we were just in luck— a last-minute cancellation landed us a coveted spot in the main dining room. Once the clock struck 10, the restaurant began to fill with patrons who were Eastern European. This was in addition to: highfalutin fashion week stragglers, haughty hopefuls, and outrageously hot couples—of which my fiancé and I were all three!

Crispy Chicken with creamy Kashotto, truffle sauce, and shavings

Now, let’s discuss the food. To not get blocked from their reservation list due to this review, I will say that absolutely no one comes to these sorts of haunts for their culinary innovation, and neither should you. I’m usually faithful to the salmon coulibiac, but this time, I decided to try something new: the crispy chicken with creamy kashotto and truffle shavings. It was a bit disappointing, considering the truffles, although very fresh and flavorful, were somehow crispier than the chicken.

My fiancé’s salmon coulibiac was out of this world. The salmon was mouth-wateringly tender with a buttery, flaky pastry crust filled with savory rice and a hint of onion. The accompanying sauce was a pot of thick, creamy deliciousness that saved our meal and restored my faith in the culinary integrity of trendy restaurants.

We were also entertained while we dined. The house employs a troupe of Slavic musicians, including a guitarist, violinist, and singer. They were so sensational that the whole room was clapping by the end of their performance. I was seconds away from asking if they performed for weddings— specifically, my own— but I didn’t want to ruin the moment with self-serving inquiries. I even managed to forget about the lack of crispiness in my chicken and joined in on the fun.

Maison Revka’s second-floor entryway

There you have it, an arbitrary but succinct review of my most recent visit to Maison Revka. Will I be back? Certainly, but only for the salmon coulibiac!