Ah, there you are, mon petit chou.
Allow us to pull up a chair for you and give you a tall pour of wine...
It's story time on Orchard Street.
Pierre Moulin moved to New York City from Paris on what he thought was a three month vacation. Two months later, he was out of money, bartending, and had no intention of leaving his new home.
Pierre committed to his dream of opening a restaurant after he nearly lost his life in a motorcycle accident. It took him years of saving tip money bartending before he could afford to buy the space that would become Le French Diner.
Le French is a 20 seat jewel nestled behind an unassuming, dilapidated facade on Orchard Street. It's an authentic and irresistible sliver of Paris in the LES.
When you're in the tiny space, you feel the heat from the stove. Pierre presides over it all, ensuring your cup never runs empty. You fill your belly with steak and gratin dauphinois and linger as long as possible in the cozy, familiar room.
When Pierre opened Le French, he couldn’t afford new signage, so he kept the faded awning left by the previous owner. We were charmed by its idiosyncratic charm—especially the lone lowercase “i”—and used it as inspiration for our newest cap.
Our 'Le French Diner' Souvenir Cap pays homage to that iconic awning, featuring the original text embroidered on the crown and a custom interior label echoing its scalloped edge.
A little piece of Orchard Street you can take anywhere.
