The city I never knew.
Whether you’re a first-timer in Paris or a native in town, all are capable of love in The City of Love. Love for fallafel, that is. Paris has some of the best ethnic food in the world and is home to the renowned fallafel joint, L’as du Fallafel, which I’ve bragged about before. So naturally, [although I swore off ‘touristy things to do’] I brought my family to L’as du Fallafel.
Pardon the recent blogging hiatus, but I’ve been playing tour guide with ma famille so brace yourself for a series of food adventures, beginning with Paris. Olala, j’adore Pair-EE.
Des Gâteaux et du Pain. Cake and bread. Like guns and butter? Yes, for some odd reason this reminds me of my Boston College professor who loved using the macroeconomics guns and butter theory. In this case, the nation will have to decide the level of cake and bread to best fulfill its needs. Well, nation, let me give it a shot. After all, j’adore la fraise:
J’adore la Fraise
I’ve already gushed about the immaculate pastries at La Chocolaterie de Jacques Genin, the made-to-order caliber of freshness and perfect execution in flavor, texture and presentation. One would think the genius genie Genin had stopped at that, satisfied with le meilleur (the best). But then he goes and outdoes himself beyond ‘olalalala.‘ The result? My glorious, newfound infatuation with le caramel. I’m talking hallelujah-singing, eureka-exclaiming, party-in-my-bouche status.
I arrived in Paris just in time for le dîner. I was craving the savory offal from Café Constant but as it turns out, good restaurants [that don’t accept reservations] will have lines out the door on a Sunday night. The neighborhood people sure know where to get their good eats. Thankfully, my local friends had already found a table around the corner at Bistro St. Dominique.
If there’s anything I miss more than the pastries in Paris, it’s the bread:
Je suis trés excité! Je vais à Paris pour le weekend a voir mes amis. A trés bientôt!