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Don’t you find that some stories are simply meant to be? Everything falls into place, with both elegance and joy. Though it helps to have inherited the right nickname. "Paulinette"… "Linette"... would have led to a very different place. A pizzeria near Wisteria Lane, most likely.
Her Salvadoran mother called her Carlotta. A few decades and three letters fewer later, Charlotte Bereaud made it the name of her first restaurant. Born into a family of restaurateurs, she is already well-acquainted with Paris dining. Her path notably took her through Baccarat, then Prunier alongside Yannick Alléno, before opening Lotta in the spring of 2026, just steps from the Palais-Royal and the Louvre.
For the decor, architect Juliette Rubel looked to the lobbies of 1960s and 1970s Milanese buildings, and the work of Luigi Caccia Dominioni. Lotta unfolds across three levels: red and beige travertine, wood, mirrors, metal, oxblood ceramics, chrome chairs, an open kitchen facing a large communal table, then a mezzanine and bar upstairs. Milan, somewhere between the Italian miracle and late nights at Bar Jamaica (1965-1975).
In this open kitchen, Zoumana Meïté presides—an itinerant former chef whose journey took him through Switzerland, Saint-Barthélemy, and New York. His menu draws from around the Mediterranean: zucchini blossom fritters, mussels in escabeche, sheep's milk tomme ravioli with candied peppers, squid ink spaghetti, alongside French dishes to share. Even the affogato reimagines nonna's recipes with a coffee gelato paired with hay-infused cream.
And Lotta shifts its tempo with the hour. A concise lunch menu by day; by night, candles and DJ sets set the tone for the evening service.
