You’ll wander Nice’s old streets tasting pan bagnat sandwiches, warm socca straight from the oven, stuffed vegetables called farçis niçois, real pissaladière, bright citrusy macarons, and creamy Italian gelato—all guided by locals who grew up here. Expect laughter, new flavors (maybe even a Nissart lesson), and that feeling when you find yourself eating like someone who belongs.
We met up outside some bakery I’d never noticed before, right in the heart of Nice. Anthony was already waving us over—he’s from here, so he knows every shortcut and snack window. Claudia handed out napkins like she knew we’d need them (she was right). The city felt bright and salty that morning, like the sea air had mixed itself into the dough of every pastry. First stop: pan bagnat. I thought it’d be just another sandwich but biting into that oily bread with tuna and crunchy veggies—honestly, it’s still stuck in my head. Anthony grinned when he saw my face. “Told you,” he said.
Socca came next, hot from a wood-fired oven. It’s this thin chickpea pancake thing—crispy on the edges, soft inside, a bit smoky. We ate standing up, fingers greasy, watching locals argue over who makes it best (it’s apparently a real debate). Claudia tried to teach us a few words in Nissart—I absolutely butchered them and she laughed so hard she almost dropped her macaron. Speaking of macarons: not those pastel Paris ones, but little rounds flavored with Menton lemon or rose from Grasse. The lemon one was sharp and sweet at once; I wish I’d bought a box to take home.
I didn’t expect to like pissaladière as much as I did—the anchovy thing put me off at first—but something about the caramelized onions and flaky crust worked. Farçis niçois was another surprise: vegetables stuffed with herby meat, warm and salty-sweet somehow. We walked between stops through these narrow streets where laundry flapped overhead and scooters zipped by too close for comfort. At one point Anthony pointed out his old school; he seemed genuinely proud to show us his city through food.
The tour wrapped up with gelato at some little Italian place (I forgot the name but the pistachio was unreal). By then we were all kind of full and sleepy, leaning against sun-warmed stone walls listening to Anthony tell stories about growing up here. It wasn’t fancy or rushed—just eating good food with people who really care about what they’re sharing. I keep thinking about that first bite of pan bagnat whenever I walk past a bakery now—you know?
The tour includes pan bagnat, socca, farçis niçois, pissaladière, artisanal macarons with local flavors like Menton lemon or rose from Grasse, Italian ice cream, and more.
Yes, vegetarians are welcome on this tour.
Only water is included; other drinks are extra.
The exact distance isn’t specified but it involves walking between several stops in central Nice.
No hotel pickup is mentioned; you meet at a central location in Nice.
Yes—infants and small children can join in strollers or prams; infants must sit on an adult’s lap.
Yes, there are public transportation options available nearby.
The tour is led by locals including Anthony who was born and raised in Nice.
Your day includes all tastings: authentic pan bagnat sandwiches, fresh socca hot from the oven, traditional farçis niçois and pissaladière, artisanal macarons flavored with local lemon or rosewater, plus creamy Italian ice cream—all guided by locals who share stories along every stop (drinks other than water are extra).
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