
Jamat is a tiny bistro in the 9th arrondissement in Paris that is just wonderful. There’s alchemy going on in the kitchen. The menu is short, unfussy, and eclectic. The trick is that what seems completely fine on the page turns up on the table and tastes like a revelation.
The first bite I ever took here was of a terrine that left me confused. I couldn’t quite understand why a humble terrine was making me feel like I’d just found someplace special. Was this just jet lag, glass of wine, happy to be in Paris, good vibes, thanks for squeezing us in with no reservation?
Happily, the answer turned out to be very much no. Everything, and I mean everything, that I’ve eaten here could be framed and put up on the wall as a perfect example of itself—I have never had a bite here that didn’t seem exactly as I imagine it’s supposed to. Courgette croquettes, grilled octopus, pork tonnato… no notes. I’m really not quite sure how chef Matthieu does it—and alone in the kitchen too! It’s just lovely, simple, comforting food done impeccably well.
The wine, guided by Jacinthe in the front of house, is just the same way. The list is fun, unpretentious, and delicious. I love a place that is the opposite of angst. God knows I’ve eaten at plenty of restaurants that have increased my stress level—even great places! Places I like!—with tough decisions, questionable vibes, order regrets, you know the type. This is the opposite of that. For me it’s a guaranteed stress eraser. All my very most favorite places are.
Jamat is quite firmly now the first place I write into the schedule when in Paris. If I lived nearby I would be the regular of regulars.
Jamat 33 Rue de Navarin, 75009 Paris, France
Try: the terrine. So good.








