How to Steer Clear of Bad Restaurants in Paris

Plus, our tips for visiting the capital with a baby or toddler-- and surviving

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I remember the first time I was served a terrible, overpriced “mixed salad” in Paris. It essentially consisted of one or two giant leaves of lettuce, wilting at the edges and looking almost as sad as the mealy, pale tomato slices that topped it. They were the sort of tomatoes that bore so little resemblance to the real things, both in a…