Remember my failed mission to Montmartre for the perfect crepe? Well I was determined to taste my first in the land of pastries, so we landed upon a cart crepe-maker in a park at the end of the Champs Elysses.
I had more fun watching him craft this yummy goodness than I did in eating it. The skill required to use that mini yard-rake thing to even out the dough flat out mesmerizes me. Does that thing even have a name? And who invented it? How exactly do you decide that it's a necessity to creating the perfect crepe? Maybe I just need to watch more of 'How It's Made' to see if it comes up. Or maybe I just think too much.
We both went the sweet crepe route - Andy went with Nutella, and I chose Orange Marmalade as a quick throwback to our time in England. And it was wonderful. On a side note, how cute are these crepe holders? Way to make this a portable snack Paris. Ingenuity at it's finest.
Though crepe finding failed at Montmartre, we were able to try a French staple, a croque monsieur during our harrowing visit there. A ham sandwich with cheese, covered in cheese. Women love their cheese remember? We stopped at a sidewalk cafe called Cafe Chappe and picked up this number....
Now seems like the best time to introduce you to my phobia. Lettuce. So the arrival of this to our table brought out less than enthusiasm on my face. Thankfully Andy & I were sharing this. So I quickly cut it in half & removed mine from the "safe" side and let him have at the rest. Yes I'm weird. And more than slightly ridiculous. But everyone has their quirks. Mine is just extra quirky. But my aunt saw someone on Oprah years & years ago with the same lettuce-phobia. So at least I'm not alone. You are normal. I am the weird one. Let's just embrace our differences.
Back to the sandwich. This is the version we picked up later at Disneyland. Just don't do that. It was terrible. I mean beyond terrible. Just take my word for it.
McDonald's overseas isn't that different from home, but there are a few key things you should know. The McCafe's are ridiculous. They have macarons, but so much more. Doesn't exactly look like your corner Mickey D's, right? But this one in Versailles across from the train station had stations where you ordered on computer & picked up at the counter. Talk about efficiency. But even more exciting is that they serve wedges. I don't care how big a fan you are of the classic fries - these will blow your mind. I make it a point to avoid McDonald's outside of mandatory stops on road trips. But I would have a hard time avoiding the drive through daily if they sold these in the US. They are so worth the calories.
As far as our other favorite meals in Paris, they were actually Italian restaurants. One in Rue Cler, that I can't remember the name of (apologies!) but I had pasta with a light cream sauce and pears. Which sounds crazy, but was amazing. Different, but amazing. See even a ettuce-hating picky eater can be food adventurous. Occasionally. Our other dinner was at Trattoria dell'Angelo just down from our hotel, the Derby Alma, on Avenue Rapp. It was probably the best Italian food I've ever had. So that's saying something.