Here are some pictures of the some of the food I’ve been able to eat recently.
The first is from L’As du Fallafel. The best falafel in Paris. I haven’t tasted all the others, but I am pretty sure nothing can beat this. Inside of this little pita are cucumbers, red cabbage, eggplant, that last falafel ball when you think they’re all gone, and lots more that I forgot to write down. In the Jewish district of the Marais. 5 euros outside, 7 euros inside. WORTH IT.
So I also realized that I am not very gifted at taking pictures of food. Sorry about that. I also broke the lens on my camera. Guhhh. I was walking up the stairs in the entryway and fell going up them. Yep. And my camera was in my bag and it cracked against the stone floor. A little plastic bit fell off of the part where it clicks onto the body so now everytime I take a picture I have to reclick it back on. It’s annoying, but at least it’s fixable.
Reba is the greatest. (below)
She left the Paris, and to bid her goodbye for a couple months, a few of us went to a restaurant called Le Verre Bouteille. (Actually both the falafel and the following are due to her presence. Thanks, Reebs.) Anyway, her food choices made the cut. Mine did not.
Winning entrée: Confit de Canard. Duck, baby.
Dessert: Les Profiteroles. Cream puffs. Ice cream. Chocolate. Almond slivers. And in the background, some crême brûlée.
COME TO PARIS.