Well,
Today was our last full day in Paris, and, being finally over my stomach unhappiness, I dug into the best falafel, of the "in a pita" variety. I ate one (perhaps bravely) when I wasn't feeling well, called it the best, and today was my chance for a reprise. (April in Paris eat your heart out, perhaps "this is a feeling" that someone CAN reprise!) Delicious. It was at 26 Rue de Rosiers, King Falafal, and got my vote because of the shredded red cabbage, and the roasted eggplant and the onions. Also, it was dripping with sauce. The first one I tried was kept hot sauce free for the kids, and the second time I forgot to ask for it, so it could have been even better.
Then we proceeded to finally find some good coffee. I hasten to add that I am NOT saying coffee in Paris is bad, I just never tried it, because I'm particular when it comes to coffee, and I don't need to drink it unless I'm expecting it to be great. That being said, I like to have a great cup every day, but when I'm traveling and can't be sure what I'll get, then I don't bother. So you can imagine that I was craving a good one.
I was not disappointed! We latté'd out at La Caféothèque, at 52 Rue de l'Hôtel de ville, and the kids had hot chocolate, that was maybe a mistake to give them. Because it tasted like drinking a chocolate bar in a mug! What!!! I know I walked into the right place because they had a roaster in the front, and bags of green coffee and a piano at the back!!
When I got back home I had pasta with this delicious pesto, the remaining basil that we had opened two days earlier, and then from a new bottle, sun dried tomato pesto. The bottle said Pasta & Bruchetta, and Florelli, so one of those must be the brand.
Then Olja reminded me that we didn't go back and line up for the ice cream of which I had so far only had a lick, and I told her, it's a good thing she didn't mention that when we were two blocks away...
Today was our last full day in Paris, and, being finally over my stomach unhappiness, I dug into the best falafel, of the "in a pita" variety. I ate one (perhaps bravely) when I wasn't feeling well, called it the best, and today was my chance for a reprise. (April in Paris eat your heart out, perhaps "this is a feeling" that someone CAN reprise!) Delicious. It was at 26 Rue de Rosiers, King Falafal, and got my vote because of the shredded red cabbage, and the roasted eggplant and the onions. Also, it was dripping with sauce. The first one I tried was kept hot sauce free for the kids, and the second time I forgot to ask for it, so it could have been even better.
Then we proceeded to finally find some good coffee. I hasten to add that I am NOT saying coffee in Paris is bad, I just never tried it, because I'm particular when it comes to coffee, and I don't need to drink it unless I'm expecting it to be great. That being said, I like to have a great cup every day, but when I'm traveling and can't be sure what I'll get, then I don't bother. So you can imagine that I was craving a good one.
I was not disappointed! We latté'd out at La Caféothèque, at 52 Rue de l'Hôtel de ville, and the kids had hot chocolate, that was maybe a mistake to give them. Because it tasted like drinking a chocolate bar in a mug! What!!! I know I walked into the right place because they had a roaster in the front, and bags of green coffee and a piano at the back!!
When I got back home I had pasta with this delicious pesto, the remaining basil that we had opened two days earlier, and then from a new bottle, sun dried tomato pesto. The bottle said Pasta & Bruchetta, and Florelli, so one of those must be the brand.
Then Olja reminded me that we didn't go back and line up for the ice cream of which I had so far only had a lick, and I told her, it's a good thing she didn't mention that when we were two blocks away...
-Darryl