I ate at a buzzy Paris restaurant with unlimited chocolate mousse on the menu. Now, I recommend it to everyone I know.

The flesh of that first olive, slicked with garlic, surprised me. It was deliciously rich, delivering so much depth and flavor in one tiny bite. I tried another, then another, my tongue dancing with brine.

“Am I an olive person now?” I asked myself, as another thought quickly popped into my head: “My mom is going to be so happy about this.”

Emboldened by my newfound olive fandom, I knew I wanted to try a dish I never ordered back in the US. Thanks to a kind waiter who helped translate the all-French menu, I settled on risotto with scallops.

The couple told me Chez Janou had been their “favorite restaurant in Paris by far” thanks to the “eclectic bistro vibe” and a menu full of “French cuisine we wanted to try.” They recommend ordering the fried sardines, juicy and crisp duck — which Kaitlyn said was one of the best she’s ever tried — ratatouille, and, of course, the chocolate mousse.

“The mousse at the end is cocky, but in the best way,” Andy remarked.

I have no idea when I’ll return to Paris next, but I know what my first stop will be when I do. Until then, there will always be a friend in need of a restaurant recommendation.

And I’ve got just the place for them.