|A cup of vin chaud. Ooo, la la...|
Don't get me wrong. I've gone to museums and galleries, taken walks through parks, rambled through the streets in search of architectural gems and murals. I don't go to Paris just for the food--though who could blame me if I did? But my epicurean adventures in Paris are full of miscommunications because I've committed myself to speaking food French and only food French. So here it goes.
See my previous post for a photo of me in action.) I couldn't decide between the falafel and the shwarma, so I ordered both. Personally, I enjoyed the shwarma more than the falafel. The toppings included eggplant, red cabbage, and a hot sauce that was phenomenal. The line to dine inside this cafe was quite long and will most likely become one of those things that, while not carved in stone, should be a fact. But there was a take-out line that had me double-fisting within minutes. (Wow, does that sound wrong...)
On the bright side, I had the moelle (bone marrow) and it was delicious! Moelle has replaced my foie gras obsession in Paris and Les Vin des Pyrenees does it right.
While out and about, we encountered many crepe carts. Everyone ordered crepes, but I ordered cups of vin chaud, or hot spiced wine. I got them everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. I didn't get it from this place:
I was tempted to lift the lid, and maybe bend down to hear some hot whines.