French food is amazing. As you dip into yet another runny wheel of baked camembert goodness,
reaching for the honey to drizzle over it and then spreading it all on
a fresh baguette, you marvel at how these people can still be alive,
let alone smoke like chimneys, drink like sailors and eat massive
amounts of cream-covered cheese on top of ham, grilled and served on a
plate with sausage garnish.
Oh yes, I said sausage garnish - down here in Montpel, tartiflette is all the rage in winter. It is comprised of wine-soaked potatoes sprinkled with lardons, covered with cheese and then baked - and comes with a charming side dish of SAUSAGE. Oh! The Humanity.
Sure, salads are a popular side dish, and frequently a main course -
but have you ever actually ordered one? The lettuce, although fresh and
crisp, serves merely as a bed on which rest the most outlandishly decadent treats - sliced duck, lightly fried eggs, lardons, cheese, 150 crevettes, a side of smoked salmon, or any number of items that pass for an acceptable salad topping. I’ve actually eaten a salad containing ALL those things. Burp.
Sometimes, even the foodiest of foodies needs a break. So, without further ado, let us see what else the City of Lights has to offer the wayward tourist who’s tired of popping Tums all day long.
SUSHI.
It’s the perfect antidote to heavy creams and cheeses, and as I said in
an earlier post, sushi in Paris is constantly a joy - fresh and not
ridiculously expensive.
ITALIAN. The French have a bizarre idea of what Italian food
should taste like (no, carbonara is not alfredo with a raw egg on top,
but thanks anyway), so I’m not gong to recommend any old place. There’s
a chain of Italian restaurants called Fuxia - yes, Fuxia; no, I don’t know why - that has the best I’ve found. A map detailing all their locations can be found here.
AMERICAN. Step away from the McDonald’s! Breakfast in America
should be your only stop for when you’re craving a burger or a
breakfast that doesn’t consist of pastry. BIA is also great for when
you want to just order something without getting exhausted by the hand
gestures and mispronunciations - it’s like stepping back into America
for an hour, in the best possible sense.
KEBAB. I’m not sure how to explain the popularity of kebab
here in France. It’s a kind of fast food; it’s cheap and quick, and you
can eat it while walking; it’s a drinker’s salvation in the middle of
the night. It’s equivalent of a slice in New York. And kebab places are everywhere.
You’ll find them most in student areas and neighborhoods that offer a
lot of ethnic foods, like the 5th arr. Kebabs are absolutely delicious
and a welcome change for your palette.
INDIAN. I have yet to find a good Indian place, but I’ll
admit I haven’t searched that hard. If anyone knows of one, please let
me know!
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SquarePants at 10:00am on Mar. 5, 2008
8 months ago
On one business trip to Paris, I was treating and the local folks (ex-pats) took me to a restaurant I think was literally named "American Restaurant". That's so insane. When you're someplace for a long stay, variety is nice. You do begin to miss what you grew up with -- what is "home". But, if the stay is short, my advice to people is immerse yourselves in the local cuisine and ways of eating of a country. For example, in India, I still can't get the hang of scooping up food with nan or roti like the locals but intend to one day. I've had some pretty unusual food in China and Taiwan. Maybe another nice article, Miss Edxpatria, might be local food that is a "must try" in the countries you've visited. I've had some southern style tapas and some really rare beef in Madrid that was to die for. OK, now I'm hungry! Reply...
Miss Expatria at 2:45pm on Mar. 5, 2008
That comment made me hungry, too!
As an expat, I do get a strong craving for American food. I try to cook stuff in my home when it hits, but that diner in Paris is literally like walking into America. It's just a relief, sometimes, to feel that, if only for an hour, to sit in an American diner with a newspaper and a big plate of pancakes in front of you. But for the most part I'm all about what the locals are eating. Reply...
Miss Expatria at 2:48pm on Mar. 5, 2008
And I'd love to do a post about that, but I am AWFUL about the names of a lot of the truly local stuff I've fallen in love with in all the places I've visited/lived. We shall see.... Reply...
ousili at 4:17pm on Feb. 21, 2008
8 months ago
yes! any theories on how those french women stay so small through all of what you mentioned in the beginning of this piece??? Reply...
Miss Expatria at 2:45am on Feb. 22, 2008
I think there is a book about that, actually.
The truth is, it's because they don't eat. They exist on coffee, cigarettes and the occasional piece of bread. Reply...
simoc at 12:42pm on Mar. 4, 2008
really? is it just the culture there or is the food just expensive or... Reply...
Miss Expatria at 2:54pm on Mar. 4, 2008
You know, I am really not sure. It's not like New York "OMG I CAN'T EAT BECAUSE I THINK I'M IN MY OWN SEX AND THE CITY EPISODE." It could be existential angst; it could be a disdain for feeling any sybaritic joy whatsoever; it could just be that they're not ever hungry. Also, the French (and I am SWEEPINGLY generalizing here) tend to be cheap bastards. Reply...