A year ago I left for a weekend trip to Paris while studying abroad in London. It was there that my life changed and I became addicted to food. Literally, my entire stay was dictated by eating. Discovering delectable food was my new hobby. I fell in love on the small cobbled streets of St. Germain. I attempted to make a reservation and was told to come at 10pm. “10 pm??” I shouted in an obnoxious american accent. “Will anyone even be here?” – “Ladies,” the 75 year old parisian native responded. “It is Saturday night in Paris.” I felt like I was in a movie. We arrived at the crowded bistro at 10pm and there it was. It was Boeuf Bourguignon and this picture does it absolutely no justice. It was dark and I had a few glasses of red wine when I tried to document this moment..bear with me.
I should note that this restaurant captured my heart when they fed me cured meats as I waited outside to get in at 10pm. Always a good move.
From then on I wined and dined in Paris. I’m not being subtle about the wine either. Give a little wink at the waiter and you could get a real glass of wine like this.
And a cappuccino!
And that my friends is how we take on a weekend in Paris…with a spoon of course!!