Magnifique Spots To Pretend You're Spending Christmas In Paris

Nothing warms the heart and soul like a few hours inside this sunburst yellow creperie with a glass of hard pear cider and a Scrabble board—don’t miss the Le Trash Blanc, a bacon ‘n cheddar crepe + PBR.

Tiny confines, twinkle lights and proprietors with genuine French accents create a tres French experience at this longtime low profile bistro on the west edges of the Pearl. Get the bouillabaisse and a glass of white Burgundy.

Checked tablecloths, effortless charm, free-flowing wine—this tiny Hawthorne creperie is all French, except perhaps for the kindly-offered gluten free crepe provision. Try the onion soup and La Chevre.

One of Portland’s forever favorites, prepare to make new friends at this Burnside bistro’s communal tables, or go right at 5pm and get the best seat in the house, at the kitchen-facing bar. If you feel like a burger, get the burger—it’s legendary.

Go early if you need a bit of solitude with your croissant, otherwise enjoy the faux French fracas at this cheery bakery. This is hardly the time of year to be counting calories—so order the cream cheese-stuffed berry brioche French toast, but make sure your schedule can accommodate a very long nap immediately thereafter.

It doesn’t get much more Frenchy la la than this achingly cute Clinton Street bistro, with its drippy candles, puff pastry-crowned escargot, and attached patisserie. Passing on the warm mini-madeleines would be up there with your starter marriage in the Biggest Life Mistakes file.

Whether you sink into a sexy booth, take the upstairs perch for maximum peeping potential, or join the raucous crowd at the bar, this boisterous bistro is a guaranteed good time. The grilled hanger steak with potatoes & marrow butter is Gallic mood food all the way.

They don’t come any cuter than this Belmont nook, which produces some of the most thoughtfully-constructed crepes in town—I lust after the lemon butter-drenched, cider poached apples-topped Normandie. And a lovelier brunch special never lived--$13 for a mimosa, almond teacake and proscuitto & egg crepe. PS: Sit at the bar, where you can watch the crew slowly caramelize skillets full of onions for the outstanding French onion soup.

Baskets of fresh baguettes just inside the door, rows of jewel-toned pastries, and always-crowded sidewalk tables—this busy boulangerie is just the spot to have an ooo-la-la moment with a brie sandwich and tarte au citron.

This corner catch is all romance, from the sexy cocktails to the cheese plate with fresh prunes to the signature poulet en cocotte. Definitely check out the happy hour specials—all day on Sunday & Monday.