A long overdue post about some of the various things I ate while in Paris in May.
Both M and K were nice enough to let me decide where we were going to eat lunch the first day we were all in the city. After consulting the always trusty Mr. Lebovitz for recommendations, we ended up at Chez Omar to feast on Moroccan food. I guess it might seem a bit strange to be eating couscous in Paris, but I feel like Moroccan food is a bit like what Mexican food is in America (or at least California, since I have yet to have good Mexican food in the Boston area).
Both M and K were nice enough to let me decide where we were going to eat lunch the first day we were all in the city. After consulting the always trusty Mr. Lebovitz for recommendations, we ended up at Chez Omar to feast on Moroccan food. I guess it might seem a bit strange to be eating couscous in Paris, but I feel like Moroccan food is a bit like what Mexican food is in America (or at least California, since I have yet to have good Mexican food in the Boston area).
I had the couscous (the restaurant's specialty) with the merguez (spicy lamb sausage). M opted for the steak frites like a true French person, so I guess it was a win-win situation for all of us.
And since we were on vacation, dessert was a given indulgence. And no, these weren't all for the three of us. What the waiters do is bring out two gigantic trays of pastries and place them on your table so that you can choose what you want to eat. A lot of them were similar to Greek pastries, such as baklava, and were on the sweet side. Each piece cost, I believe, 2 or 3 euros. Considering how indecisive I tend to be, I'm amazed I was even able to narrow down my choices. But everything looked and tasted incredible, so I couldn't go wrong with any of my selections.
I've also been thinking a lot about that question that goes something like: "What would your last meal be on death row?" For some twisted reason, I think about that a lot, but I am never satisfied with my answer. Usually, I end up just listing a bunch of things that I like to eat and decide that I would want to have them all buffet-style. On the other hand, I don't think it would be that appetizing having Indian food alongside cream scones, Korean food, sushi, ice cream, etc. So, I'm thinking the best way to go is to be more concise and plan out a more cohesive menu for myself. Great, another thing to add to my growing list of "Things to do for the summer but wasting time on the Internet instead to avoid completing them."
I've also been thinking a lot about that question that goes something like: "What would your last meal be on death row?" For some twisted reason, I think about that a lot, but I am never satisfied with my answer. Usually, I end up just listing a bunch of things that I like to eat and decide that I would want to have them all buffet-style. On the other hand, I don't think it would be that appetizing having Indian food alongside cream scones, Korean food, sushi, ice cream, etc. So, I'm thinking the best way to go is to be more concise and plan out a more cohesive menu for myself. Great, another thing to add to my growing list of "Things to do for the summer but wasting time on the Internet instead to avoid completing them."
Of course, I probably wouldn't mind going if those two trays were placed in front of me again. And a refreshing cup of mint tea in a beautiful glass cup to wash it down.
Our second day in Paris, M stayed behind in Fontainebleau. K was definitely a trooper humoring me as I went in pursuit of my gastronomic conquest of Paris. In between the gorging on Ladurée and Pierre Hermé macarons, we took a little pit stop in Café Angelina, renowned for their ridiculously rich and thick hot chocolate and Mont Blanc.
See what I mean? It's as if it was just pure, melted chocolate. And they also give you a little bowl of whipped cream to top off your drink as if the hot chocolate wasn't decadent enough.
I ordered the Mont Blanc. It's so precious! The mound on top is pureed chestnuts that sits on top of a meringue to give the dessert a pleasing textural contrast. I could eat that pureed chestnut paste just on its own. And I'm probably not the only one since the cafe also sells tubes of the stuff as well.
A shot of the inside.
Amazing millefeuille to cap off a great dinner (sadly, those photos seem to have disappeared from my camera). Layers upon layers of shatter-prone puff pastry with vanilla pastry cream sandwiched between the sheets. Gratuitous but pretty shower of powdered sugar on top. Can you believe each of us was given half a normal sized piece? And they say the portions are bigger in America! The bistro was another recommendation I found from David Lebovitz's site, but the name of it escapes me now. Also, not only was the food great, but the restaurant was nice enough to seat us even though we didn't make reservations in advance (Get the title of this post now? It's not just a reflection of my obsession with Anthony Bourdain).
Chez Omar
47, rue de Bretagne, 75003
Paris, France
01 42 72 36 26
47, rue de Bretagne, 75003
Paris, France
01 42 72 36 26
Café Angelina
226 Rue De Rivoli
Paris, France
01 42 60 82 00
226 Rue De Rivoli
Paris, France
01 42 60 82 00
You didn't take dinner pictures -- I did! (You were too embarrassed to haul out the clunker, so I did the shapshot thing.) They're on my facebook album, if you want them. Not as pretty as the ones you took, but still.
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