Eating Out in Paris
August 5, 2016
So, you came to Paris on a budget. Now you have to eat. This is what will most likely ruin your budget. It'll be worth it, though.
Steak tartare. The last time I had raw beef was in a carinderia (eat-in food store in the Philippines) beside Mike's Department Store in Vigan City back in around 2002. I got amoebiasis from it and it wasn't pretty. I took my chances with it again here in Paris and it was excellent. And I didn't get sick. They also sell beef carpaccio in supermarkets here.
Escargot. Snails taste vaguely like seafood and chicken combined. Very good.
Boeuf Bourguignon. A must have in Paris because it's one of the main dishes you see in that movie with Meryl Streep. It's like the American beef stew but with a burgundy wine aftertaste. Perfect with a bordeaux red.
Le Poulbot boeuf bourguignon pictured here.
I ate at least 3 of these in my stay here. That's my wife. She's equally yummy.
For some reason, a lot of coffee shops call espresso “expresso” here. I'm, like, wtf?
Macarons. Especially the ones with flavors you've never heard before like passion fruit kiwi chocolate vanilla wonderland or something like that. Their texture is almost like a menthos, slightly crunchy on the outside, slightly soft and chewy on the inside.
I could jerk off to that packaging. 'so pro.
C'mon. You're in France. You HAVE to try the french onion soup... and the french fries. 'kidding. Fries are actually Belgian... I think.
Pictured here is a french onion soup from Le Consulat in Montmarte. It makes the ones I have in Panera Bread in the US taste like they dumped the whole salt shaker in the shit.
Confit de Canard or Duck Confit. I read somewhere that it takes days to prepare: salt cured for more than a day, poached for a day, then baked. The result is the most tender and juicy duck you'll ever have. Pictured is one from Le Consulat in Montmarte.
I know, I didn't focus on the duck.
Berthillon Ice Cream. Because they're an institution. I mean, check out their website.
Grand Marnier Crepes. It's usually a butter and sugar crepe that they douse with Gran Marnier and fucking light that shit up in front of you.
Here's another crepe. I don't care what you say about crepes that you bought from the grocery or wherever. A fresh off the skillet crepe by immigrant crepe makers in Paris wouldn't compare. It's warm, soft, slightly sweet. Perfect with the cool Paris summer air.
This crepe shop had ice cream that's better than Berthillon's. Which means random cafes and restaurants in Paris could be better than any other near it.
Falafel. There are a-dime-a-dozen falafel shops all over Paris. They're cheap, too, compared to eating at cafes and restaurants. The best ones are in Le Marais. Pictured is a shawarma, though.
Japanese Ramen. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, eventually, you'll want to down some ramen and Paris has a row of authentic ramen shops along Rue Des Petits-Champs.
Paris je t'aime.
