Obviously, meal times in Paris meant a mission to eat as many ‘typically french’ dishes as possible. It also meant a week of eating high fat, high carb, highly delicious food! After a long walk around the ground of Versailles, I was starving and my stomach was screaming for crepes.
Without a doubt, the most exciting thing about visiting Paris for me were the breakfasts. There is no hiding the fact that I am a complete breakfast LOVER, I never go a day without breakfast, and cannot function normally without a complete breakfast in my stomach. I was talking to my friend the other day about how when we have sleepovers with friends that aren’t crazy about breakfast, it’s devastating, and a trip to the local cafe on the way to the bus stop is crucial. She even said that she’s known to have a ‘full english’ on those days – I can definitely relate!
As jet lag is slowly killing me, and getting back into my normal routine is looking to be impossible, it is that time that I begin to reminisce about my amazing Paris adventures that I had last week. I was incredibly blessed to escape the rush of Sydney life and re-kindle my love for one of my favourite cities in the world. But more importantly, to try some tasty French food. So sit tight and get ready for a few posts recounting my unforgettable food experiences in Paris.
So Mum and I have been dying to visit Manu’s restaurant L’etoile together. It was absolutely amazing! I had the scallop sausage for entree, the confit lamb with smoked mash for my main and a lemon meringue tart for dessert – was so delicious! I Definitely recommend trying this place, I felt like I was back in Paris.
I guess it is customary to eat at a french Bistro on arrival in Paris. As Dad and I braced the icy Winter’s air (a type of cold never experienced in Australia) we felt the need to run into the first Bistro we could find, irrespective of the quality or the pricing of the place. I guess you could say our first meal in Paris was a gamble, it could have been amazing, but it also could have been devastatingly horrible! Picking the standard breakfast item on the menu, we sat in ignorance, not knowing how to read french, and thus not sure of what we were about to eat. But it was the fried eggs with bright orange yolks and quality dijon mustard accompanied with a full basket of fresh french style bread that set my taste buds up for the amazing culinary journey they were about to face in Paris. There is something quite beautiful and elegant about having the courage to serve up such a simple dish as a restaurant specialty, but it was my arrogance as a foreigner that doubted the breakfast preferences of the frenchman.
My first experience of a chocolate Eclair was in a beautiful patisserie in Paris. Walking in to the store, my eyes were immediately fixed on the individual desserts, of course because I was thinking of what I could eat in that moment. But what stood out was the Chocolate Eclair. I had always heard of them, seen them in supermarkets in Australia, but had never tried one (perhaps that is because the supermarket ones were always dry and cracked.) But I can tell you that the Eclair that I tried in Paris was something out of the ordinary. Carrying our white paper box filled with treats onto the train, I picked out my Eclair and took an all encompassing bite. It was a food memory that will be kept in my mind forever.