Paul is one of my favorite places to grab lunch in Paris. Mainly because its a reliable chain with yummy pastries, baguette sandwiches and salads that come with a red wine vinaigrette (why don't we have something like this in New York?) I'm a sucker for their red wine vinaigrette. I'm sure you're wondering "quoi? but you've been in Paris for less than 24 hours?!" Yes, but Paul and I (and his salad with chicken) became good friends during my summer abroad. I was completely craving the chicken salad but by 2pm there were none left. Apparently Parisians eat lunch early. So I settled for the salad with salmon. Success!
Unfortunately, my body was still on New York time and I couldn't bring myself to eat the bread that comes with it. I know, I know, why would I ever give up free delicious baguettes. I didn't! I had the two pieces of leftover lunch baguette with my lemon olive oil that I stole from the plane. Ok, granted I didn't
steal it...it was part of my plane dinner...but only crazy bag ladies would steal cute tiny bottles of olive oil...and me.
It’s quite a pitiful dinner for my first night in
Paris….but not as comical as my FOLD OUT SOFA BED. And the closet next to my 12-inch CRT / TV screen. Except it wasn't a closet. It was a kitchen.
Le sigh.
Хороший post....я тоже хочу багеты и чикен салад.:(, масло "тырить" не красиво....:),меняй квартирку на большую :).....и нормальную кровать:)
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Сижу в Москве...голодный:(. Слюни текут от твоих "записок"....рыдаю:(...пойду, доем холодную яичницу:) Я никогда не ел твоей "стряпни", надо будет как-нибудь попробывать....Может в тебе умерает великий "ШЕФ"?:).
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