French food is everything I imagined. When in Paris (and everywhere we go really) Tom and I have a tendency to walk for hours and hours just exploring. He has this magical ability to survive without food whereas I will gradually get grumpier and grumpier if I’m not fed and watered regularly. Luckily in Paris there is delicious food looking at you everywhere you turn so it’s quite easy to convince Tom to stop with the walking and start with the eating.
(Please excuse the bad quality shot – the only one I have of this meal!)
Our first night in Montmartre we walked one street over from where we were staying to a cute little cafe that we found and loved last time we were in Paris. Unfortunately being a Saturday night there were no tables for us. We knew there was a restaurant on the other side of the ride run by the same people so we ducked over there where we found the lovely waiter who had served us at the previous place the first time we ate there. Seated at a tiny little table with some Aussie expats close on one side and a table of rowdy Parisians on the other we enjoyed a delicous bottle of Bordeaux, the most amazing steak/rib extravaganze and shared a dark chocolate fondue and creme brulee that made me re-enact the famous When Harry met Sally scene. Laughing and joking with the Frenchies beside us and the lovely waiters who were more than happy to speak English and give advice on what to eat it was one of my favourite travel food memories. Completely stuffed and a little drunk off red wine and Paris we stumbled back down the cobblestoned streets to our beautiful apartment to stand on the balcony and watch the lights of Eiffel tower sparkle.
In case you didn’t already know, picnics under ‘Ole Eiff’ is one of my favourite Paris things to do. This time we grabbed some yummy food from the local bakery and supermarket and headed on the Metro to one of the most famous icons in the world. The sun kept teasing us so we kept hovering between shivering and bathing in the sun. Before lunch on a Sunday it was peaceful and quiet and we had a large space to ourselves to sit and gorge one fresh baguettes, cherry tomatoes, brie, almond croissants and maccarons.
Our apartment didn’t have wifi so a couple of times we ducked into Macca’s to use their free Wifi and check our emails as I was meeting up with a friend. The bakery next door to McDonalds had the most amazing selection of treats in the window. Their almond croissant was delicious but not as good as the 30euro one we had the first time we were in Paris (that’s another story!)
Paris is not a cheap city so we decided to take advantage of our own kitchen and cook in one night. The amazing selection of fresh food available in Montmartre was certainly enticing enough to make a yummy and simple meal.
Even fast food that we ate as we walked was delicious. This little place also showed us great customer service with the cute girl behind the counter grinning at Tom’s valiant attempt to order in French. On both trips I really haven’t encountered much of the infamous French bad service. I have absolutely no French however Tom can at least pronounce words correctly and with him leading the way we’ve encountered mostly good service.
Last but not least; the sweets! I’m drooling as I write. How do they manage to get it SO right? Unfortunately not photographed is a lemon tart that we ate with a friend and her family in their Parisian apartment on our last day. It was absolutely to die for.
Good thing I’m headed back to Paris in three weeks – I’m craving an almond croissant!
What’s your favourite French food?